My little sis would meet this guy in Brant's meat locker plant
The sun was shining bright for sis and their son, David Brant
He offered her a date bar, coffee and asked for a date
That night the knot-head did not show, did not even come late
I didn't mean to feel so mean, but I'm big brother, Ted
I thought I read between the lines and I was seeing red
But this week storms made phone lines weak, so I would go see Dave
And I'd address what she just said, address she never gave
When I set out to see this guy who lived right by the sea
I'd knock on wood, he would not be, the creep I thought he'd be
He offered me a can of beer; how can he be a louse
I'd hear him say he tried to call her from here at his house
That night the sky was so dark blue the treacherous wind blew
So when storms took his roof he knew he would need all brand new
We had bologna ring with beer; he tried to ring her phone
I'd bank that she'd be working at the bank, not out alone
So he'd write her a note to send with me to make things right
This won't weigh on my mind, in her sweet way, she'll see the light
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