I met her in Sheboygan wrestlin' gators; I can still recall that plastic nose she wore; She was sobbin' at the toll booth with Led-Zeppelin, and I knew that she would be a crashing bore; She asked me if I'd stay a dwarf forever; She said to me she couldn't stand my tie; But who'd have thought she'd wind up in her Maytag; I guess I was too smashed to say goodbye.