*Well I'm a short order cook at an all night cafe
Down on Eighteenth Avenue and Twelfth Street
I wear a swingin' mini dress that I made for myself
From mema's kitchen curtains and old bed sheets
*So let's get married in the not too distant future
You know we'll hang out our washin'
On a clothesline from the window
We'll feast on cornbread, butter beans and lunch meat