Weight-Lifting Lulu

Sweet scented woman, your strange sounding name

Was Weight Lifting Lulu, but I'm not to blame

For putting the gun in your grand-daddy's hand

As he was imprinting your face in the sand.

The part of the pork chop that you left behind,

Has given me breakfast and rendered me blind;

I still want you, baby, and I miss you so much.

I hated your body, but I needed your touch.

Weight Lifting Lulu

Is under the lawn

Weight Lifting Lulu

Forever is gone.