Now the other night I had a date
with the cutest little gal in any state
A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame
She said she loved me and it seemd to me
That things were sorta like they oughtta be
So hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane
She was a long way from a chunk of ice
And our pettin’ party was goin’ real nice
And I got an idea I might have been there yet
So I give her a kiss and a little squeeze
Then she said, “Travis, Excuse me Please
But I just gotta have a cigarette.”
Sheesh, deport, are you and Myra Crownover jealous over the cigarette?