Sycamore Smith
Randy on the Range
To you, he's "Mister Dapper"But your wife calls him "Randy"And he comes while you're outPumping lead into BabmiLate in DecemberWhen your venison's rancidHe will come while your outHunting Dasher and Dancer-----He's a home, home wrecker on the rangeHe'll grope your dear wifeAnd elope with your niece the same day-----As you wander on the barren prairie landYour wife is telling Randy,"Go south, young man!"Randy gets his licks in, lets his pistons fireNow you're up all nightAnd your wife has retired-----Randy leaves your wifeWith her heart in piecesHe says, "Well, that was niceNow do you know where your niece is?"Randy tells your nieceAs she doffs her knit sweater"Your aunt's a go-getter, kid,But you're a bit better"
From Letras Mania