The last 3 verses, as learned from Glenn Ohrlin;


I vent down to Vashington Avenue,
Dress me up all out of sight,
Got me a suit and got me a bottle.
Yumpin' Yiminy, I feel for a fight.

I voke up the very next morning,
In the town they call St.Paul,
Oh, I got an awful headache,
Gotta get some alkyhol.

Goin' back to Nort' Dakota,
Get me a yob on a farm somevhere,
goin' back to Nort' Dakota,
Oh, to Hell vith the big State Fair!

Mark Ross