| I got a gal called Cincinnati Lou
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| I don’t know nothin' that she won’t do
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| She can drink more beer than a 2-ton truck can haul
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| She’s the belle of the ball, Cincinnati Lou
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| She’s got a way of rollin' them eyes
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| Makes me think of paradise
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| And I don’t mean heaven, just a plain old pair of dice
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| And she can roll 'em nice, Cincinnati Lou
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| When they see my Lou, they holler «oh my oh»
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| She put the 'O' in Ohio
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| She put the 'cin' in Cincinnati too
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| I’m a-tellin' you, Cincinnati Lou
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| She makes the roosters crow for days
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| Made Grandpa throw his cane away
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| She can make an ant eat a great big bale of hay
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| She’s just that way, Cincinnati Lou
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| North or the south, east or west
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| If you’ve been around and seen all the rest
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| You gonna say Cincinnati Lou’s the best
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| When you confess, Cincinnati Lou |