Anyone’s Daughter - Miss Montreal Beltonen:

Imagine I was a full-grown man
And I could talk just right
Could I came and see you here
And do this every night
Wham! The door comes crashing down
Your daddy’s face all pale
Says come with me you hairy bum
I’ll put you in my jail

You’re a judge’s daughter
You’re a judge’s daughter
Why do I always get
The kinda girl I didn’t oughta get
Now I’m getting jail and torture
Cos’ I made the judge’s daughter
Yes, I did
It was nice