The way I remember from high school in Wisconsin early '80's:

She ran outside in the midnight air and the wind blew up her nightie,
Her tits hung loose like balls on a moose-oh Jesus Christ Almighty!
Well, she jumped in bed and hid her head and said she bet I couldn't find her,
But I knew damn well she lied like hell so I jumped right in beside her.
Well I humped her once and I humped her twice and I humped her once too often,
Cuz I broke her spring or some damn thing cuz now she's laying in her coffin.
Sung by the whore house quartet...
Doowah, doowah, doowah