I control this honeymoon lane venture.

Chief, I telephoned the animal shelter.

Mrs. Drysdale, the club has prized that animal.

It says a man who likes animals can't be all bad.

But they don't allow such doings with their female relatives.

So now they're on their way next door, loaded up for bear.

And if my name was Drysdale, I'd be getting out of there.

Because mountain justice does demand that when a wrong's been done, the kin of him that done it must also face a gun.

And now Sonny noticed Ellie Mae beside the swimming pool.

And when he seen her figure, he lost his yin for school.

He wrapped himself up in a towel and played upon his lyre.

And while he twanged the songs he sang, it set her heart afire.

He drove his fancy auto up and took her out to spark.

And all alone, unchaperoned, he kept her after dark.

He took her in the parlor and he taught her to be grand.

He showed her how to walk and talk and tried to kiss her hand.

He took her to his private room to see his loving cup.

And a man that wins a prize for that ain't only up and up.

He wooed her with a tango and a rose betwixt his teeth.

A smiling on the outside but a leering underneath.