Putt, putt
Putt, putt
Standing in the doorway with her hand on her hip
Eyes like the beacons on a rocket ship
Well just about the bottom of a bottle of gin
She baits her hook and she reels them in
She got a black leather jacket with a patch on the back
No imitation cajun going to get to that
A red bandana and a rose tattoo
A mind of her own
There's no one telling her what to do
Diamonds, pearls, hey hey, well they're for all the other girls
Now some women just don't need 'em, you can keep 'em
She goes putt, putt
That's my queen
Putt, putt
On that big machine
Putt, putt
When the light turns green
Putt, putt
She's so mean
Nothing can stop my putt, putt
Queen of the road
Putt, putt
Standing in the doorway with her hand on her hip
Eyes like the beacons on a rocket ship
Well just about the bottom of a bottle of gin
She baits her hook and she reels them in
She got a black leather jacket with a patch on the back
No imitation cajun going to get to that
A red bandana and a rose tattoo
A mind of her own
There's no one telling her what to do
Diamonds, pearls, hey hey, well they're for all the other girls
Now some women just don't need 'em, you can keep 'em
She goes putt, putt
That's my queen
Putt, putt
On that big machine
Putt, putt
When the light turns green
Putt, putt
She's so mean
Nothing can stop my putt, putt
Queen of the road
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