I went out last night, just to walk around
And let the cool breeze fill my head
When this young lady walked up to me
And this is what she said

"Hey there, mister, you're a nice big fella, and you're looking mighty fine
Howz about we go to a fine French restaurant?
You can buy me imported wine"
I said, "Next week sometime, but no, not now"

I never did believe in buying Bourdeaux's for ladies on the very first date, no how
Well, I told her to give me some time to think
And I might just buy that imported drink
But it'll be next week sometime, but no, not now

Well, I went to see the fortune teller
Just to have my fortune told
She said, "Young man, you're almost rich, you're worth a great big pot of gold
Now, the way you've got to get this gold - you better listen while I tell!
You've got to sneak into the lonesome graveyard when the clock is striking 12."

Well, I got my pick and my shovel
I made the graveyard at 12 last night
When I got there - I do declare! - I spied a form all dressed in white
When I spied that form all dressed in white, my blood ran both hot and cold
He said, "Hey there, mister, don't be afraid,
I'm going to help you dig your gold"

I said, "Next week sometime, but no, not now
I never did believe in diggin' ditches in a graveyard with a headless form, no how."
Well, me and this thing, we went chest to chest
He said, "Hey there, mister, when you gonna rest?"
I said, "Next week sometime, but no, not now!"

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