Older Woman |
| Now I'm Cknown as Dapper Dan, the lady killer man, |
| And those that I don't kill I wound a G7bit. |
| I run a fancy car, I call it the Mayflower, |
| On account of all the Puritans that've come across in Cit. |
| Now I took 20-year-old Pam up to the wood near Boulder Dam, |
| Stopped the car and thought that C7she'd know what to Fdo. |
| I said, "Get in the back now, Pam," she said, "CWhat the heck do you think I am?" |
| I G7wanna stay in the front seat here with Cyou." |
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| Oh, give Fme an older woman every Ctime, every time, |
| Give Fme an older G7woman every Ctime. |
| They don't Fyell, and they don't G7tell, and oh, they're Cgrateful as Fhell, |
| So give me an older G7woman every Ctime. |
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| Now the Cday that my Uncle Joe married my Aunt Flo, |
| He was forty-four and she was sixty-G7nine, |
| That night as I lay on my bed, I heard every word they said, |
| I couldn't help it, 'cause their room was next to Cmine. |
| He said, "How about it, dear," she pretended not to hear, |
| He begged and pleaded 'til his C7voice was hoarse and Fdeep, |
| He said, "Oh how about it, Flo," she said, "CHow about what, Joe," |
| He said, "How about G7packin' this in and the pair of us gettin' some Csleep." |
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| Now last Cyear I divorced Moreen, she was just nineteen, |
| The day that she became my bony G7bride. |
| She was as cold as charity, just as frigid as could be, |
| When she opened her mouth a little light came on inCside. |
| Now last week I met her at a party, I was feelin' kinda gay kinda hearty, |
| And several whiskeys had C7sharpened up my Fwit. |
| I said, "How about a bit of whoppee," she said, "COver my dead body," |
| I said, "G7Moreen, gal, you haven't changed a Cbit." |
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| Chorus |
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| Now when CI was just a boy I took a little gal called Joy, |
| Down to the meadow where we laid down by a G7hedge. |
| I said, "Do you know, my pretty little squaw, what your lovely lips are for?" |
| She said, "To stop my mouth from fraying 'round the Cedge." |
| Now I tell you my wife's fifty-three, but you know she still suits me, |
| Though of late her C7hearing ain't so Fhot, |
| But at night as we lay on our bed, I put my Clips close to her head, |
| And I say, "Well are you G7going to sleep or what?" and she says, "CWhat?" |
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| chorus, except last line |
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| So give Fme an older G7woman, |
| A Freal hot-blooded G7woman, |
| A Fripe 'n' peachy G7woman, |
| Give Fme an older G7woman every Ctime. F C G7 C |
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