Okay, let's go for a record.
There's a guy in Chemokin
who looks pretty good over there.
Ladido and Toledo. Hold it tall.
We're waiting.
There's a fella waitin'
in Poughkeepsie
And he's just as sweet as sweet can be
He hasn't even been tipsy
Since I left him and took
to the sea
There's another waitin' in Pomona
With the cutest dimple in his chin
And there's a guy in Daytona
Who just waits for my ship
to come in
I miss them on a bright
I write them every night
But if you held my hand
I suppose they would all un derstand
Oh, you mustn't think I'm just a gypsy
But I really ought to set you right
There's a fella waitin' in Biloxi
But I'm strictly on my own tonight
There's a wave
who's waitin' in Biloxi
Says she's gonna marry me or bust
We're bein' married by proxy
When I find me a wo
man I can trust
There's a spar who's
waitin' in Waukegan
Who is really different from the rest
I think her last name is Regan
That's the name that's
tattooed on my chest
A -whackin', hackin' sack
A waff from Pontiac
I got them here and there,
what the heck chicks is
chicks anywhere,
some of them are kinda Bobby Sox -y,
but it may be quite a lengthy fight,
there's a wave who's
waitin' in Bilox i,
but I'm strictly on my own tonight,
there's a sweetheart
in Poughkeepsie,
just a sweeter sweet can be.
You see, he hasn't
even been tipsy
since I left him and took
to the sea.
Oh, you mustn't think we're gypsies,
but we really ought to set you right.
Well, tell me tonight
there's a fella and a gal
waiting in for gypsy,
but I'm strictly on my own.
Yes, I'm strictly on my own.
Oh, we're strictly on our own to night!