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抰 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抎 say I don抰 believe in payin� no goddamn rent.
I抣l 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抰 handle him he抯 too damn wild".
But the years and the liquor have made him mild.
And he lays around in kalamazoo.
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