Soundcloud - Mrs O'Connor
Youtube - Mrs O'Connor The video is in the form of a lyric video but with some sub-par acting to illustrate a person reading a book containing the lyric story.

*** FICTION ALERT ***
I wrote this song in May 2025 in response to a songwriting challenge to write a humorous song. The storyline is fictional - just in case anyone is wondering. These circumstances have never happened to me and I doubt they ever will. My hope is that if it did, I would take the same moral stand. I won't describe the lyrics or the plot in case you're reading this ahead of watching. I think it is best experienced in the moment.
I wrote music and lyrics, with the music backing generated in Band-In-a-Box and recorded, mixed and produced in Cakewalk.
(c) Andrew Davies 2025

****** BIAB Song Summary *************
Style is _FLYAWAY.STY (Fly Away Modern Even-8 Soul Pop)
RealTracks in style: 1434:Bass, Electric, JazzFunkPoppy Ev16 110
RealTracks in song: 1752:Accordion, Rhythm Pop8ths Ev 110
RealTracks in style: 2680:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm Pop8thsZaneHigh Ev 120
RealTracks in style: 2681:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm Pop8thsZaneLow Ev 120
RealTracks in song: 4098:Accordion, Soloist ZydecoJeff Ev 190
RealDrums in Song: TambourinePop8ths
RealDrums in Song:NashvilleEven16^5-a:Snare, HiHat , b:Snare, Ride


LYRICS

INTRO

VERSE 1
I was introduced to Mrs O’Connor when she borrowed a book from the library
I was searching the section on garden care
Through shelves she gave a seductive stare
Before I knew it I was cornered right there between
Composting mulch and growing Bartlett pears
Her ample bosom aimed right for my face, I ducked and weaved to avoid her embrace using
All my flexibility to wriggle and writhe, saying “Mrs O’Connor, I’m a spoken-for guy!”

VERSE 2
I took a job going from door to door. Knocking cautiously and to my surprise
Mrs O’Connor looked me straight in the eyes
With one swift manourvre pulled me in by my tie
She slung me down and under vice-like thighs
Amazingly quick her hands under my shirt, but I
Slithered free going under her skirt, while in the process, I closed my eyes
Bolted through the door as fast as I ran, yelling “Mrs O’Connor – I’m a married man!”

VERSE 3
I pushed the button for the thirteenth floor, I neatened my tie ready for a meeting
The lift stopped on six and opened its doors revealing
Mrs O’Connor with salacious greeting
Her body pressed against me, all warm and heaving
My belt buckle loosened with the sleight of her hand
I held my pants tightly, all desperate and panicked
But Mrs O’Connor had become rather manic
The lift doors opened I fled fast away, saying “Mrs O’Connor – I don’t want to play!”

SOLO OVER VERSE

BRIDGE
Why does she pursue me, what is my appeal?
I have nightmares of what her unclothing might reveal
It’s nice to know that she found me attractive
But such a temptation would be counteractive

VERSE 4
The final time, I was walking home at night
I could hear steps behind – so I quickly took flight
‘Round a quick corner, I was almost at home
When a scarf from an alley pulled me into her zone
As she leaned in with lips, she unzipped my trousers
Her own chest was beating, she’d unbuttoned her blouse
“Don’t do it” I said, “This isn’t wise!”
“Hold on! Is this my own wife in disguise?”
“Well done my husband, you have passed the exam,
And now I know I have an honourable man.”

OUTRO
Some nights when I come home from a hard day
This is what I hear my lovely wife say …
“Would you like to meet Mrs O’Connor?”

Regards,
Andrew D
Adelaide, Sth Aust
Soundcloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/SQE4btVvNVkLq74e9
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@andrewoftheantipodes

Profile pic 'Air Guitar' - a carving in pine I made of the F major barre chord.