A B C D E F G H I gotta' gal wears her toenails long Drives a red Barracuda, singin' meat packer songs And she ain't from Kalamazoo A B C D E F G H I gotta' friend lived in a Mercedes-Benz Then a 55 Chrysler where the trunk never ends And the plates say Kalamazoo He had a steady job and watched what he spent He'd say I don't believe in payin' no goddamn rent I'll squirrel away every goddamn cent And buy my own damn house in Kalamazoo I knew a guy that mangled his hand And he went from pipe fittin' to a hot dog stand They say last year he cleared fifty grand Selling dogs round Kalamazoo She turned to the world with a ba*tard child Said, "I just can't handle him he's too damn wild" But the years and the liquor have made him mild And he lays around Kalamazoo