Here are the lyrics I remember.

She looked so well,
In the midnight air,
The wind blew up her nighty.

Her tits rolled up like the balls of a moose,
Jesus Christ all Friday.

For some reason that I never understood,it was important to say all Friday instead of almighty. It might have been a Catholic thing.

I could tell you a great story about this song.

This was in my youth in northwest Ohio.