I seen ya in your red room laughin'. With your shinin' coffee can. So many wrongs all kinds a goins on. Held my head an ran. But I hid and did a bit more lookin'.
You know. . Oh, I gotta gal. An she's so fair. Those eyes the blackest hair. Behind those [Incomprehensible]. . Girl you have. . Hey, I gotta gal. She's so fine.