Well, it be four in the mornin and Ernest is still out Tom-Catin around, but he thought he had better call home.

Hallo, Suger Babe, This here is yore ever lovin, Ernest P. Hall.
I am down at the Dew Drop Inn, thunk I'd gives Ya a call!
It's jest me and Ole Billy Jack, my bestest friend,
We is jest down here hoistin a few, thunk I'd call and makes Ya grin!
CLICK!
Sheeit, I have done been cut off! Damn that Ole Ma Bell,
I jest give er another try, ifen I could get a holt of the operator I'd give her, HELLLLLO!
I be plum sorry, Suger Babe, but the Dad Burn phone went dead!
What did Ya say? You'll take a fryin pan to my head?
No! No! Suger Babe, I swannie that I aint drunk!
Now, Now Simmer down, thar be no need to calls me a low down skunk!
Now Looka here woman, thar aint no need to use language like that!
You aint atalkin to me thata way, I aint yore Dad Burn doormat!
What da ya mean, you'll whop me and leave me lay?
Well, Ya Dab Burn ole bat, that'll be the damn day!
CLICK!
Well, shoot! That dad burn phone be on the blink!
Think I'll jest have another drinkey-pooh, Billy Jack, what Ya thank?

Music: Hey Good Lookin