Transcribed by Larry Fyffe (not to be confused with ‘Dear Abby’, an advice column in American newspapers)
Dear Babby:
I have a girlfriend who likes to dance which is fine, but I need advice on how to saddle her:
Well, I got a new pony, she knows how to fox-trot, lope and pace
She got great big hind legs
And long black shaggy hair above her face
(Signed: New Pony)
Dear New Pony:
When you’re get back from dancing, use some reverse psychology on her:
All the tired horses in the sun
How am I supposed to get any ridin’ done
All the tired horses in the sun
How am I supposed to get any ridin’ done
Dear Babby:
I do my best to flatter sweet Marie; she keeps promising but always ends up saying, ‘not yet’:
Honey, just allow me one more chance
To ride your passenger train
Well, I’ve been lookin’ all over
For a gal like you
(Signed: Honey Just Allow Me One More Chance)
Dear One More Chance:
Tell her how it feels to be on your own like a complete unknown:
Well your railway gate, you know I just can’t jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard you see
I’m just sitting here beating on my trumpet
With all these promises you left for me
Dear Babby:
Where can I find my ideal of a perfect woman:
I need a dump truck baby to unload my head
She brings me everything and more and just like I said
Well, if I go down dyin’ you know she bound to put a
blanket on my bed
(Signed: From A Buick Six)
Dear Buick Six:
Don’t be picky, if you get any chance at all, grab on to her:
Listen to the engine, listen to the bell
As the last fire truck from hell
Goes rolling by
All good people are praying
Dear Babby:
How can I convince Jan, my litte red-headed darling, to run away with me:
Little red wagon, little red bike
I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you move me strong and slow
I’m takin’ you with me, honey baby, when I go
(Signed: Buckets Of Rain)
Dear Buckets Of Rain:
I happen to know Jan. She’s run off with a man who looks like a monkey:
Tweeter and the Monkeyman were hard up for cash*
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For some reason unexplained she loved the Monkeyman
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Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance: ‘Your railroad gate, you know I just can’t jump it’
“…,we’ll jump this top fence rail”
(Woody Guthrie: Fastest Of Ponies)