Skunk Yodel No. 7

Well, I knew a little gal, about 5-foot naught She drove a '58 Caddy, she was slicker than snot Top her dinner with gravy, you might have a chance Yeah, but this little gal ain't the kind for romance Yo-da-lay-hee-hee (yo-da-lay-hee-hee); she don't love me Yo-da-lay-hee-hoo (aw, boo hoo hoo); she don't love you, too Well, I took her out Tuesday to the Hi-Way Diner We had biscuits and gravy, couldn't be finer Things were going pretty swell 'til I asked her to my shack She went to the bathroom and never came back Yo-da-lay-hee-hee (yo-da-lay-hee-hee); she don't love me Yo-da-lay-hee-hoo (aw, boo hoo hoo); she don't love you, too Well, she went out with Lloyd late one Friday night Yeah, they went skunk huntin' by the pale moon light Lloyd, he tripped on a fence line, the gun went boom Such a sad shame she had to go so soon Yo-da-lay-hee-hee (yo-da-lay-hee-hee); she don't love me Yo-da-lay-hee-hoo (aw, boo hoo hoo); she don't love you, too