Jimmie Rodgers - What's It? lyrics

I've got a gal Oh, what a gal She weights two hundred pounds But she is just my kind of gal The best one I have found Can she pet? Oh, how she pets Why, each night in the park I take my cornfed mama out And neck where it is dark Oh, she takes her little what's it where she goes Her little funny what's it always shows But when she struts down the street Het little what's it can't be beat Cause she's not too fat She's not too thin But where she sticks out She should cave in She takes her little what's it where she goes And her what's it never grows But when she struts right down the street Her little what's it can't be beat But she's my gal My dog-faced gal from Nashville, Tennessee Oh she has feet And oh, what feet, she wears a number nine Her feet are big and she is strong This dog-faced gal of mine And when we go We always go to places she likes best I walk a while Then she sits down To let her what's it rest