My dearest Madelyn
We're always battlin'
So throw your saddle in
I don't love you
I'd best be paddlin'
my own canoe

You'll have to bury me
before you marry me
I must take care o me
though you're my hon'
If there 'as a pair o me
I'd give you one


When I first knew ya
if I knew who ya
were I would'a threw ya
back in the pond
Well hallelujah
I'm movin' on


I just cant ride with you
in that little Subaru
You play the tuba too
and it sounds like hell
You give my ears
a sense of smell


My mama mia
I wanna flee ya
Y' got diarrhea
of the mouth
So honey see ya
I'm movin' south