From "Chicken"
Well, my girl Frieda,
You finally gonna meet her,
She gonna make a man of you.
You must've heard the rumors,
She looks her in the bloomers,
And suddenly your face turn blue.
Well, my girl Gertie,
She like to do the dirty,
She like to do the laundry clean.
She try and take my sweater
And usually I let her,
'Cause she the finest thing I seen.
So put me on the Caroline Special.
Put me on a special train.
Put me on the Caroline Special.
I gotta get me on that train.
Well, my girl Sadie,
She such a fine lady,
She make you wanna get your fill.
Well, she come from Ole Virginny,
She tall as she is skinny,
And skinny as a dollar bill.
I said, my girl Fanny,
She ugly as a granny,
But love me sugar all the time (all the time).
She take you for your whiskey,
But once you gettin' frisky,
She leave you with a single dime.
So put me on the Caroline Special.
Put me on a special train, special train (special train).
Put me on the Caroline Special.
Lord, oh, I gotta get me on that train.
(Lord I gotta get me on that train allright now people...)
Copyright 1998 Zach London
