Weight-Lifting Lulu

Sweet scented woman, your strange sounding name
Was Weight Lifting Lulu, but I'm not to blame
For putting the gun in your grand-daddy's hand
As he was imprinting your face in the sand.
The part of the pork chop that you left behind,
Has given me breakfast and rendered me blind;
I still want you, baby, and I miss you so much.
I hated your body, but I needed your touch.
Weight Lifting Lulu
Is under the lawn
Weight Lifting Lulu
Forever is gone.