Outrey Yaw’ll

It is the late 1960s at the
Armadillo World Headquarters
In Austin Texas late at night,
The smell of beer and urine
Hangs in the air above the
Tables and concrete floor,
When most folks there are drunk
But still dancing, singing, drinking,
I give a singer my song lyrics and
Tune to sing to the crowd ...

Well, she’s Miss Big Dittys
From Texas,
Drivin’ a big white car,
Hair in curlers, sunglasses on,
She’ll do you a big Favoor ...

She was a Texas twirler
From Abilene,
A girl you can’t firgit,
She used to be pretty
But now it’s plain,
She’s too easy to git ...

Well, she’s Miss Big Dittys
From Texas,
Drivin’ a big white car,
Hair in curlers, sunglasses on,
She’ll do you a big Favoor ...

She’s drivin’ down the Main Street,
With a stare as cold as ice,
She used to be pretty,
But now it’s plain,
She ain’t very nice ...

Well, she’s Miss Big Dittys
From Texas,
Drivin’ a big white car,
Hair in curlers, sunglasses on,
She’ll do you a big Favoor ...

And yet I know if she’d say yes,
I’d be as happy as sin,
She’d be sayin’ ou, ou, ou,
As soon as I could get it ...

Well, she’s Miss Big Dittys
From Texas,
Drivin’ a big white car,
Hair in curlers, sunglasses on,
She’ll do you a big Favoor ...