plastic donut, can of spam 
there's no kindness in this land 
better not let my good gal catch you here 
she's gettin' all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer 
coffee clothing pasted on 
clean my gravestone when I'm gone 
and you better not let my good gal catch you here 
she's got a whole pile of things you don't wanna hear 
 
hitch my horse up to the town 
I got my toenails painted brown 
and you better not let my good gal catch you here 
she'll cut you down and put the blame on me 
 
just a muscle in a bag 
throw my baby, don't let her sag 
ya better not let my good gal catch you here 
she's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain-wrap beer