(Cummings-Bachman)



Tell your city slicking' cousin

Lay that peppermint twister down

She's been shakin' up my biscuits

Draggin' my feet all over town



There's some bacon in the kitchen

And a clean towel behind the door

Yes I'll meet you at the warehouse

Then I'll never see you no more



And it's too much for me

All that lovin' for one man

Yeah she's too much for me

But I'll do the best I can

She used to call me