She ain't what you might call your all-American girl
For some too many truckers took her home
And I'll admit her life would read just like a paperback
And some of what she's done for fellas it was wrong
But I'd say to be in your own table, boys, and bring out the beer
She ain't gonna do it this time
And drink to her used-to-be-mum
She's the lady
I choose to be mine
You see, I'm not what you might call
No all-American boy
I've done my time in Frisco and L.A.
Some of you that are taking pride in what I am
I hear you cursing this decision I just made
Why don't you clean your own table, boys, and you get called home
But I'd say to be in your own table, boys, and bring out the beer
She ain't gonna do it this time
And drink to her used-to-be-bunny
And she's the lady I choose to be mine
And drink to her used-to-be-bunny










might say her life read just like a paperback
and some of what she's done with fellas it was wrong
but I said clean your own table boys and bring out the beer
she ain't gonna do it this time
and drink to her used to be barmy
she's the lady I choose to be mine
clean your own table boys and bring out the beer
she ain't gonna do it this time
and drink to her used to be barmy
she's the lady I choose to be mine
clean your own table boys
and bring out the beer
she ain't gonna do it this time