I met her in the Stone Age stoned on oatmeal;
I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore;
She was crawlin' through the prairie when she shot me,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core;
The painters knew I'd have my rash forever;
She said to me her brother's name was Hy;
But who'd have thought she'd yodel on her "Workmate";
She sealed me in the vault and smirked goodbye.