"I Am Fay Wray"

Kong, man, was king of old Tinseltown!
Oh, that Kong, man, was an ape of renown
I loved Kong, man, and ever since his plunge down
To the street I’ve been unhappy.

Kong , man, that ape loved me, too, so
it was wrong, man, for those biplanes to blow
him away, there, from that skyscraper’s tine.
“Why do you,” you ask, “so opine?”

It’s no wonder, ´cause I am Fay Wray.
Are you stunned I say “I am Fay Wray.”?

That old “Ann Darrow” thing I no longer employ
(let J. Lange and N. Watts now it enjoy)

Now I thunder that “I am Fay Wray!”
Heart’s asunder cause I am Fay Wray.

Whose love bloomed in a scene midway thru’ the last reel
And Kong’s death it’s never repealed …

Kong, man, meant the whole world to me.
Ever strong, man, will my love for Kong be
for King Kong, man, was the ape of my dreams
to me he was everything

Kong, man, never thought of himself.
You know Kong, man, set me down on the shelf
of the tall tower so that I live today
to say that I am Fay Wray.

Won’t buckle under, cause , I am Fay Wray,
tho’ now it’s less fun to say “I am Fay Wray.

That old ‘Ann Darrow’ thing I no longer employ
(let J. Lange and N. Watts now it enjoy).”

Heart asunder ´cause I am Fay Wray,
I still thunder that “I am Fay Wray

whose love bloomed in a scene midway thru’ the last reel
and Kong’s death it’s never repealed.”

Long, man, I’ll be singin’ the blues
since my Kong-man’s takin’ the old dirt snooze
and his place here in my heart’s still alive
and will be while I survive.

And when the grim reaper reaps me
I’ll join Kong, man, six feet under we’ll be
in a place labeled “Here lie Fay Wray
and Kong” RIP may they.”

Six feet under when I am (Fay Wray)
Let no one plunder us. I am Fay Wray.

That old ‘Ann Darrow’ thing I no longer employ
(let J. Lange and N. Watts now it enjoy).

I am Fay Wray!
While I can say “I am Fay Wray”
To Kong-man, Kong-man late of old Tinseltown
I’ll belong, man, to Kong-man, now six feet underground.

I am Fay Wray!
While I can say “I am Fay Wray”
Kong-man, Kong-man, hope you’re waitin’ for me?
Kong-man, along, man, I’ll someday be.

I am Fay Wray!
You’ll find there’s no guy for Fay Wray --
no man, young man, old, or giant, or elf.
Just Kong, man’s, not the wrong man, in a frame on my shelf.

I am Fay Wray!
I’m singin’ woe, I am Fay Wray.
Kong-man, my Kong-man, I’ll be singin’ the blues
Kong-man, my Kong-man, ´til I join your dirt snooze.
I am Fay Wray