Song of the Sultry South

In my basement, on some sackin’,
In Waco, Tennessee,
I spotted coons a-rackin’,
And boy did they spot me.

I sat me down to think it through
In New York, Arizona,
I didn’t have the slightest clue,
But boy I had a boner.

I danced beneath the starry skies
In Jaipur town, Montana,
I paid outright for pumpkin pies
And rented a banana.

And that is how my life has been,
In China, near Las Vegas,
I’m often heard but rarely seen;
My rhyming is outrageous.

If I could have my time again.
In Oregon, Kentucky
I’d leap just like a cuckold hen
And always come home mucky.

This is the ending of my song
From Wisconsin, Nevada
If there’s no cherry ere too long
I’ll have to try much harder.