She was a crazy redhead,
Who liked to drive way too fast.
She carried an automatic pistol in her purse,
And had an Easy Rider tattoo on her ass.

She would jump from a perfectly good airplane,
And climb forbidding flat rocks.
You could find her in triathalons and rodeos;
Because she was always racing the clock.

She was one of those girls,
With that crazy look in their eyes,
She was always chasing rainbows and tornadoes,
With those tantalizing thighs.

What she wanted with me,
I'm sure I'll never know,
But I think I'm glad that I broke free,
Cause' I was heading straight for hell.

I had forsaken my personal religion,
And everything that I owned, too.
By the time she decided that she was done with me,
They said, I belonged in a zoo.

I was fatigued and depleted,
As I stared into the mirror with a frown,
Since I'd met this auburn vixen,
I'd lost almost thirty pounds.

At least I had learned,
How a buck must feel in November,
It was thirty years ago,
Ahh...but I still remember,
God, it was great to be young!