little black girl in a red dress
on a hot night
Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around
over here the ladies all waltz with perfume
but there's never
I lost everything I had in the '29 flood
Barn was
I always play russian roulette in my head
Seventeen black or
Well, the shoeshine boy's got lines around the block
The bloodhound's
it's raining it's pouring
and you didn't bring a sweater
nebraska will
I know an oldtimer
Just a nickel-and-dimer(1)
At the bar down the
It's dreamy weather we're on
You waved your crooked wand
Along an
You're the tree
That you can't eat the fruit from
I
He’s an ol' altar boy
Lying out there in the street
He’s
In the evening he stumbles home with his tie undone
And
My head is spinning round, my heart is in my
Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu, Babbachichuija chu,
Babbachichuija chu,
(instrumental)
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