Almost time to hobble over to my car and go home to a taco dinner.
Bye for now!
Oh, I love my Ginny child
You got the way to make me happy
You and me, we go in style
Hobblin' Ginny, you're a store-bought woman
You make me sing like a guitar hummin'
So hang on to me, girl
Our song keeps runnin' on
der Brucer