That Can’t Be Right….

Once there was a pretty girl

Her name , it doesn’t matter

Has take-always each and every night

Now she gets fatter. And fatter

She was only sixteen, only sixteen

And I loved her so

But my ahpge now is seventy two

So off to the jailhouse i go

You shake my nerves

And you ratttle my brain

All your nagging is driving me insane

My pistol is primed

You have nagged too many times

Goodness Gracious, my pistoll has fired

That must be my gal

Yours don’t look like that

That must be my gal

Yours don’t look like that

I know my woman, she’s so round and fat

Del Shannon taking his hat off to Larry

Sam Cooke reminisces younger days

Jerry Lee fires through the Sky

Carl Perkins is simply Gone three times