Lyrics:

I pulled out for San Antone,
I never felt so good.
My woman said she'd meet me there
And of course, I knew she would.
The coachman, he hit me for my hook
And he asked me my name.
I gave 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 of here, my dear man!

I come into Pittsburgh
At six-thirty flat.
I found myself a vacant seat
And I put down my hat.
'What's the matter, Molly dear,
What's the matter with your mound?'
'What's it to you, Moby Dick?
This is chicken town!'

Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Lookin' for my lo and behold,
Get me out of here, my dear man!

I bought myself a herd of moose,
One 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 truck 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 of here, my dear man!

Now, I come in on a ferris wheel
And boys, I sure was slick.
I come in like a ton of bricks,
Laid a few tricks on 'em.
Goin' back to Pittsburgh,
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 of here, my dear man!