In her garter's a heater; baby's
Got it snuggled above her boot.
In her garter's a heater; honey
Says if I'm not true she will shoot.

Then she uncovers me
With her friend Ann
She hovers above me,
Gun in her hand.
Then I hear BLAM!

In garden of non-vita, slayed me.
When I passed, I had on my boots.
In garden of non-vita, dug me.
Now I'm pushing up daisy shoots.

Policy covered me. . .
Left it to Ann
But she's not above me. . .
Also in land.
She, too, heard BLAM!