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.