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