Well Margo was the girl I dreamed of all my life
“I’d love to be your date tonight,” she said
And that was great

I barely remembered what I said
Or anything else she said
I guess it doesn’t matter, I guess it doesn’t matter anymore

I ran over to the Walmart store
And I spent a lot of money
On body spray, rose bouquet, light beer
‘Yeah, I ain’t no tool, I did prepare it

Go out, with me, oh yeah, go out, with me tonight
And hopefully she’ll become my sweeties
And everything’s gonna be all right

We saw a boring movie with that macho dude Chris Pratt
You know he’s not all that no more
I dared not ask, “Can I get laid?”
She said she was hungry, no foreplay
She said it didn’t matter what stuff I could go gather from the store

So, I made a trip to the Stop And Go store
I bought iced tea laced with honey
Tortilla chips and salsa, the sale price was clear
I felt I was cool, I hoped that she’d crave it

Make out with me, oh yeah, make out with me tonight
I want your company, oh please, won’t you be my sweetie
And everything’s gonna be…

Suddenly in the car things turned bad
She was spazzing, coughing and wheezing—egad!
And Margo screamed, “Anaphylaxis!!”, oh no no no…

It turned out she had some super allergies
To sprays and flowers and tea with honey
Tortilla chips and low-calorie beer
That was so uncool, could hardly believe it

Broke out, oh gee, oh my, broke out in hives
“Margo, my sympathies, no right, it’s not funny, all right!”
We drove to the ER that night
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!...
Immunotherapy’s gonna make everything all right
I sure wish I heard the night she said
“I’ve been hypersensitive all my life!”