I pulled out for San Anton 
I never felt so good
My woman said she'd meet me there 
And of cource I knew she would
The coachman, he hit me for my hook 
And he asked me my name
I give it to him right away 
Then I hung my head in shame
Lo and behold ! Lo and behold ! 
Lookin' for my lo and behold.
Get me out here, my dear man.

 [bad word] into Pittsburg 
At six-thirty flat
I found myself a vacant seat 
An' I put down my hat
?What's the matter Molly dear 
What's the matter with your mound??
?What's it to ya, Moby [bad word] ? 
This is chicken town?
Lo and behold ! Lo and behold ! 
Lookin' for my lo and behold.
Get me out here, my dear man.

I bought myself 
herd of moose 
One day she could call her own
Well, she came out the very next day 
To see where they had flown
I'm goin' down to Tennessee 
Get me a [bad word] or somethin'
Gonna save my money and rip it up.
Lo and behold ! Lo and behold ! 
Lookin' for my lo and behold.
Get me out here, my dear man.
Now, [bad word] in on a ferris wheel 
An' boys, I sure was slink
 [bad word] in like a ton of bricks 
Laid a few tricks on 'em
Goin' back to Pittsburg 
Count up to thirty
Round that horn and ride that herd 
Gonna thread up
Lo and behold ! Lo and behold ! 
Lookin' for my lo and behold.
Get me out here, my dear man.