The early monday bus - Stella

This poetry bus leaves earlier every week - here is this week's challenge - complete the poem that begins as follows:

I was wearing Stella McCartney
You were drinking Stella Artois

So anyway - twas a tough one, but I managed the following (actually wrote it during a Mozart recital that himself and myself stumbled into today - but I don't think you'd know by the words) - even working in the mention of a mother, for the day that's in it.

All into Stella

I was wearing Stella McCartney
You were drinking Stella Artois
You said your Ma wouldn't like me
Now who are you foolin, boy?

I said "Let's tell her we're all into Stella
We make the most perfect pair
If you just tell her we're all into Stella
She'd see we're a match, to be fair"

We were eatin sambos at your uncle's removal
The topic arose once more
You couldn't marry me without her approval
You're some Mummies boy, to be sure

I said "Boy just tell her we're all into Stella
We make the most perfect pair
If you just tell her we're all into Stella
She'd see we're a match, to be fair"

We went on a holiday far far away
Some place cheaper than Lanzarote
And as I laughed through the surf in bikini I swayed
You said "You know, though you're a hottie

I can't just tell her we're all into Stella
And I know we're a perfect pair
But If I just tell her we're all into Stella
She'd think I'm a fool, to be fair"

Stella alone never held two together
Life's too full of troubles and trials
Stella won't work, won't make us happy forever
We need something more to rely (on)

I said "Come on now fella, we're both into Stella
There's never been such a perfect pair
I'll never ever tell ya I'm not into Stella
Where else would you get it, to be fair?"