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I pounded on a
for a place to stay
I was mighty, tired
I had a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in
Is anybody home?"
I was on the steps
Feelin' most
Well, out comes a
He have thought that I was nuts
He immediately at me
And stuck a gun into my

I fell
To my bended
Saying, "I dig
Don't me, please!"
He his rifle
And to shout
"Are you travelin' salesman
That I have about?"
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and true
I'm a kid
And I to college, too"

in comes his daughter
Whose was Rita.
She like she stepped out of
La Vita
I immediately to cool it
her dad
And told him a
Nice, farm he had
He said, "What do
Know farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was
At the of a wishing well"

Well, by the dirt 'neath my
I guess he knew I lie
He said "I you're tired"
He it kinda sly
I said, "Yes, ten miles
I drove"
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the
Just one
And you go to right now
you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

I was sleepin' a rat
When I something jerkin'
There Rita
Lookin' like Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you to take a shower?
I'll you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been this movie before"
I I had to split
But I didn't how
she said,
"Would you to take that shower, now?"

Well, I couldn't
Unless the old man me out
'Cause I'd already
That I'd his cows
I had to say
To him very weird
So I
"I like Castro and his beard"
Rita looked
But she got out of the way
As he came down the stairs
Sayin', "What's I heard you say?"

I said, "I Fidel Castro
I think you me right"
And I ducked as he
At me all his might
Rita something
'Bout her mother on the
As his fist had hit the
He said he's to kill
Me if I get out the door
In two seconds
"You
doctor Commie rat"

Well, he threw a Reader's
At my and I did run
I did a
As I him get his gun
And crashed through the
At a miles an hour
And landed fully
In his flowers
said, "Come back!"
And he to load
The sun was up
And I was down the road

Well, I don't figure I'll be
for a spell
Even though moved away
And got a job in a
He still for me
Constant, on the sly
He to turn me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I romp and
Thankful as I
Without of speech
I might be in the