nMe and Mrs. RosenthalnWe rarely wear no clothesnWell, she calls me up, but not to talknI think I’ll go and see her tomorrownnWhen’s she’s drinking in the afternoonnLike she ain’t got a thing to donWell she told me she’s from Baton RougenShe singing like the Queen of VirginiannShe good for me like medicinenShe say her momma’s MexicannWell, I hope she wear that dress againnI swear at times I can see right through itnnShe say she like the way I talknShe crazy ‘bout my lazy drawlnShe say it mixes well with alcoholnBaby can I get ya,nHoney let me get yanDarlin’ let me fix ya up goodnnThat’s why I’m singing to yannMe and Mrs. Rosenthal…nnShe wears me outnIn the finest waynShe making sure my spine is straightnI’m singing pardon me you highnessnLittle darling how’d you get so good, so good, so goodnThat’s why I’m singing to yannMe and Mrs. Rosenthal…