Did you ever hear the story of Aimee McPherson? Aimee McPherson, that wonderful person She weight a hundred eighty and her hair was red And preached a wicked sermon, so the papers said Hi dee hi dee hi dee hi Ho dee ho dee ho dee ho Aimee built herself a radio station To broadcast her prraching to the nation She found a man named Armistead who knew enough To run the radio while Aimee did her stuff Shc held a camp meeting out at Ocean Park Preached from early morning 'til after dark Said the benediction, folded up her tent And nobody knew where Aimee went When Aimee McPherson got back from this journey Shc told her tale to the district attorney Said she'd been kidnapped on a lonely trail In spite of all the questions, she stuck to her tale Well, the Grand Jury started an investigation Uncovered a lot of spicy information Found out about a love nest down at Carmel-by-the-Sea Where the liquor was expensive and the loving was free They found a cottage with a breakfast nook A folding bed with a worn-out look The slats were busted and the springs were loose And the dents in the mattress fitted Aimee's caboose Well they took poor Aimee and they threw her in jail Last I heard she was out on bail They'll send her up for a stretch, I guess She worked herself up into an awful mess Now Radio Ray is a going hound He's going yet and he ain't been found They got his description, but they got it too late Sin they got it, he's lost a lot of weight Now I'll end my story in the usual way About this lady preacher's holiday If you don't get the moral then you're the gal for me Cause they got a lot of cottages down at Carmel-by-the-Sea