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.
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