Текст песни Rodgers, Jimmie - What`s It
Rodgers, Jimmie - What`s It слова песни
I`ve got a gal,Oh, what a gal,She weights two hundred pounds.But she is just my kind of gal,the best one I have found.Can she pet?Oh, how she pets.Why, each night in the parkI take my cornfed mama outand neck where it is dark.Oh, she takes her little what`s it were she goes.Her little funny what`s it always shows,But when she struts down the street,het little what`s it can`t be beat,`Cause she`s not too fat,she`s not too thin,but where she sticks out,she should cave in.She takes her little what`s it where she goes,and her what`s it never grows.But when she struts right down the street,her little what`s it can`t be beat.But she`s my gal,my dog-faced gal from Nashville, Tennessee.Oh she has feet,and oh, what feet, she wears a number nine.Her feet are big and she is strong,this dog-faced gal of mine.And when we go,we always go to places she likees best.I walk a while,then she sits downto let her what`s it rest.