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