Well, I got a girl they call Skinnie Minnie,
she may be skinny but she's got plenty
the kind of lovin' that I desire,
the kind of love that sets my soul on fire.
Skinnie Minnie, man, that gal can love.
She's long and lean like a stringbean,
she don't look good in blue jeans.
Her hair hangs down like a rag mop,
she makes my heart go flippedy-flop.
#2.
She can't cook, she ain't much on looks,
the things she knows, she didn't read in books.
Skinnie Minnie, man, that gal can love.
(INSTRUMENTAL:PIANO:)
When me and Minnie walk down the street,
all the boys stop and stare.
But if they knew just what I do,
you bet your life they'd love her, too.
#3.
Well, when I kiss her out in the dark,
I tear the thing up, there's so much spark.
Skinnie Minnie, man, that gal can love.
A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.