She arrived on a Greyhound bus
And she was young and so lean
And she smelled like a small-town church
But she looked like a queen
And I walked up and asked her name
And she gave me a stare
So I said, "Will you marry me?"
She just brushed at her hair
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (x2)
She looked hungry, I knew I was
So she ate lunch with me
Then she held out a greasy hand
Rubbed the grease on my knee
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (x2)
Maybe she's taken a vow of silence
Maybe she's from some quiet island
Or maybe she's scared of big city life, I don't know
Maybe she's had a difficult life
Oh c'mon baby just a word
Just a syllable or two
Take your pick, say a word
Any word at all will do
Let's get funky
Well she's moved in with me, I guess
And we get funky a lot
But she still doesn't say a lot
'til she knows what she wants
Let's get funky, let's get funky, let's get funky (x6)
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