Miss Marry Ann   Kept her man   In porcupine gloves, in porcupine gloves   And on that day   As scheduled   They made porcupine love, porcupine love     So stiff and stuck and prickly   He came in and then back out quickly   But lord not any quicker than according to plan   Like a soldier, one foot in front of the other     Miss Marry Ann   Had a man   Named Stan, Stan Buttler   He had no antlers   He had no center   He had no enter and he had no exit     His hair was short and prickly   He came in and then back out quickly   But lord not any quicker than according to plan   Like a soldier, one foot in front of the other     And how he loved her apple pies,   How he loved her meat loaf,   How he loved her chicken breasts,   How he loved her pudding,   Served promptly at eight o'clock,   Served promptly at seven   Served promptly at ten o'clock,   And promptly at eleven heaven     Miss Marry Ann   Kept her cans   In alphabetical order   Miss Marry Ann   Began to have   Some thoughts of murder     Miss Marry Ann   Started to think   Real hard about her future   Miss Marry Ann   Preferred her meat   To be freshly butchered     Oh she killed him rather quickly   Man that woman was truly sickly   But lord not any sicker than according to plan   Like a soldier, one foot in front of the other     And how he loved her apple pies,   How he loved her meat loaf,   How he loved her chicken breasts,   How he loved her pudding,   Served promptly at eight o'clock,   Served promptly at seven   Served promptly at ten o'clock,   And promptly at eleven heaven     Miss Marry Ann   Kept her man   In porcupine gloves, in porcupine gloves   And on that day   As scheduled   They made porcupine love,   Porcupine lo-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-apchu!