Оригинален текст
Plastic donut, can of Spam
There's no kindness in this land
But you better not
Let my good girl catch you here
She's getting all juiced up
On a bottle of plain glass beer
Coffee clothing pasted on
Clean my gravestone when I'm gone
And you better not
Let my good girl catch you here
She's got a whole pile of things
You don't want to hear
Hitch my horse up to the town
Got my toenails painted brown
And you better not
Let my good girl 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
But you better not
Let my good girl catch you here
She's getting all juiced up
With a bottle of plain wrap beer
