Kallamazoo

A b c d e f g h I gotta' gal wears her toenails long.

Drives a red barracuda, singin' meat packer songs

And she ain't from kalamazoo.

A b c d e f g h I gotta' friend lived in a mercedes-benz.

Then a 55 chrysler where the trunk never ends/

And the plates say kalamazoo.

He had a steady job and watched what he spent.

He'd say I don't believe in payin' no goddamn rent.

I'll squirrel away every goddamn cent

And buy my own damn house in kalamazoo.

I knew a guy that mangled his hand,

And he went from pipe fittin' to a hot dog stand.

They say last year he cleared fifty grand

Selling dogs round kalamazoo.

She turned to the world with a bastard child.

Said, I just can't handle him he's too damn wild.

But the years and the liquor have made him mild.

And he lays around in kalamazoo.