plastic donut, can of spam

there's no kindness in this land

better not let my good gal catch you here

she's gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer

coffee clothing pasted on

clean my gravestone when I'm gone

and you better not let my good gal catch you here

she's got a whole pile of things you don't wanna hear



hitch my horse up to the town

I got my toenails painted brown

and you better not let my good gal catch you here

she'll cut you down and put the blame on me



just a muscle in a bag

throw my baby, don't let her sag

ya better not let my good gal catch you here

she's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer