Lyrics:

Sweet scented woman, your strange sounding name
Was Weight-Lifting Lulu, but I'm not to blame
For putting the gun in your grand-daddy's hand
As he was imprinting your face in the sand
The part of the pork chop that you left behind
Has given me breakfast and rendered me blind;
I still want you, baby, and I miss you so much
I hated your body, but I needed your touch

Weight-Lifting Lulu is under the lawn
Weight-Lifting Lulu forever is gone
Weight-Lifting Lulu is under the lawn
Weight-Lifting Lulu forever is gone