I was warned not to go.
I was supposin' I'd have fun.
I was dumb to date a dame
Inclined to eat until rotund.

You imbibe two vats of wine.
You slop your beef with scads of rum.
So I just pray I'll face this fate,
That you'll not rob and filch my funds.

Uh-uh-I'm screaming at this gross miss:
"Are you gonna blow my pay,
Till I've got no, got no dough?"

My brokeness skies, three costly pies.
This tease just eats and then refunds.
She munches game and seems deranged,
Then yearns for lamb on racks, well done.

Cold deli sides, sweet sauce applied,
And chilled meat buttered, bus-sized spuds.
She spots a dove above her grub.
She stops to glance, then eats the dove.

Uh-uh-I'm screaming at this gross miss:
"Are you gonna blow my pay,
Till I've got no, got no dough?"

"Are you gonna blow this date,
'Cause maybe I've got no dough? Meh!"