| Lyrics: | Fair Maid Stranded on the Turnpike
(Joan Sprung)
Lovely Sally was a maiden, as
pure as she was sweet,
Hair in ringlets to her waist and sandals on her feet.
She wore a
little granny dress which was so very thin,
That you could see 'most all of Sally that was
there within.
Tra la la la, too-roo-dee-noo, falutin' dingle day
She was on
her way to market for to buy some beer and chips
When on the way her car broke down, scarce
halfway on her trip.
A tall young man did stop to help, as strong as he was large.
He said
he would be pleased to give her battery a charge.
And after but a little time, this young
man, he grew bold.
He drew out his jumper cables as they rested by the road.
She cried,
''I hardly know you.'' so he said, ''My name is Jules.
My stock in trade is bodywork; I have
with me my tools.''
He tinkered with her manifold, likewise her points and plugs,
For he'd
had much experience with cars just like her bug.
And by the evening of the day, her motor
purred and sighed.
He jumped in his milk-white sports car, down the turnpike
he did
ride.
Now Sally, though no longer pure, has gotten very wise.
For in her car he left
behind a very big surprise.
So gather round, young maidens, if adventure you desire,
Then
shun the man who drives away and leaves you a spare tire.
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