Kalamazoo

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.