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I pounded on a
Lookin' for a to stay
I was mighty, mighty
I had a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in
Is there home?"
I was standin' on the
Feelin' alone
Well, out comes a
He must have that I was nuts
He immediately at me
And stuck a gun into my

I down
To my bended
Saying, "I dig
Don't me, please!"
He cocked his
And to shout
"Are you travelin' salesman
That I heard about?"
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a and it's true
I'm a kid
And I to college, too"

Then in comes his
name was Rita.
She like she stepped out of
La Vita
I immediately to cool it
her dad
And told him a
Nice, pretty he had
He said, "What do
Know farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was
At the bottom of a well"

Well, by the dirt my nails
I guess he knew I lie
He said "I guess tired"
He it kinda sly
I said, "Yes, ten thousand
I drove"
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the
one condition
And you go to right now
That you touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

I was like a rat
When I something jerkin'
There stood
just like Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you like to a shower?
show you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been through this before"
I knew I had to
But I didn't how
she said,
"Would you like to that shower, now?"

Well, I leave
Unless the old man me out
'Cause I'd already
That I'd his cows
I had to say
To him very weird
So I
"I Fidel Castro and his beard"
Rita offended
But she got out of the way
As he came charging down the
Sayin', "What's I heard you say?"

I said, "I like Castro
I you heard me right"
And I ducked as he
At me all his might
mumbled something
'Bout her on the hill
As his had hit the icebox
He he's going to kill
Me if I don't get out the
In two flat
"You
Rotten doctor rat"

Well, he a Reader's Digest
At my and I did run
I did a
As I him get his gun
And crashed the window
At a hundred an hour
And landed blast
In his flowers
said, "Come back!"
And he started to
The sun was up
And I was down the road

Well, I don't figure I'll be
for a spell
Even Rita moved away
And got a job in a
He still for me
Constant, on the sly
He to turn me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I romp and
as I romp
Without of speech
I be in the swamp