Sweetie Pie comes into town up St. Andrew's half-asleep.
Oh my! She's tall & cruel, crushing cars & homes & trees.
Someone had better stop this now before it gets out of hand.
Sweetie Pie all wrapped in bows: the only girl I'd ever love.
I suspect that she knows this; I can read it in her eyes
As she roams the plains & hills wreaking death & misery.
O Sweetie Pie, don't break my heart, don't turn me into a sad old fool.
Uncle John has said he saw you making for the mountainside.