I met a girl in Kalamazoo.
She was doin' what you know she was doin'.
She's got hair on her toes, hair in the nose.
She's the one for me; can't you see.
But when we walk away,
She's got more games to play.

Left my broken heart in Carolina,
Forgot my broken toe in Alamo.
Put the turkey in the oven, please dear.
Now I won't be long; I'm comin' home.

Oh my God, I've got my britches on backwards.
(Met a gal in Kalamazoo. She's got more toes than a cow.)
I don't know what to do with the rod on the reel.
(She's got hair on her toes, hair in the nose.)
How does it feel with the cockroach on your back, son.
(Eggs in a basket, 20 cents a dozen)
But when we get home, all my little brothers they moan and moan.

[repeat chorus]
Now it won't be long; I'm comin' home.

[repeat chorus]
Now it won't be long; I'm comin' home.