My pore haid is reelin'
From a superfluity of feelin'
And of emotion sympathetic deep inside
For Rapparee's heart is breaking
Cuz his plum number was taken
By a miscreant who took him for a ride.
'T was a boy he thought he knew
Whom the gals called Gnarly Gnu
Who take away his number late one eve.
And this feller, dark and gnomic
Took his figger palindromic
And left him in the dust, alone to grieve.

Yippeee kiyiiiiiii
Oh, yippeee kiyiiiii.

Left him in the dust, alone to grieve.

(Thudding guitar solo built around A minor)
(Fade out, cantering drumbeats sotto voce)