At a quarter half to four. You came sneaking through the door. Ain't no time for a married woman to get home. In your suede cotton dress. With your lipstick all the mess.
You may be down, you may be out. With nothing to be glad about. But you can stand right up and shout. 'Cause Jesus died for you. . You may think that you can't cope.
He wears a zoot suit with a reet pleat,. Drives a '36 Cord with a rumble seat.. He's a jitterbug; scare the letters off a highway sign.. He drinks beer and eats bennies.