My Gallina

(albüm: The Unpredictable Simon Crum - 1963)

My Gallina, she so mean-a and she lock-a me outside
She laugh-a when I cried, yes she lock-a me outside
Oh, she no wanna let me in to make-a love again
My Gallina, she so mean to me

My Gallina, my Gallina
Oh, she so mean to me, deedly-dee
But I love her, yes I love her
And I think-a she love me

Oh, won't somebody come and help me make Gallina glad
She no look-a so good mad, she make-a me feel sad
I think I catch a big boat and I sail across the sea
Oh, my Gallina, she so mean to me

My Gallina, my Gallina
Oh, she so mean to me, deedly-dee
But I love her, yes, I love her
And I think-a she love me

My Gallina, my Gallina, she's-a awful mean to me
But she's the one I love you see, and I think-a she love me
But she lock-a me outside, and she won't give-a me no key
Oh, my Gallina, she so mean to me

My Gallina, my Gallina
Oh, she so mean to me ha ha ha
But I love her [?], yes, I love her
And I think-a she love me