You can't have a cupboard
She leaves nothing at all
'Cause her taste is so sweet
No time left to stall
He loves his old laughing lady
There's a fever on the freeway
Falling on the street
'Round her back door
You got to move there's
She don't count score
There's a slipping on the stairway
And a flashing of light
She don't keep time
They say the old laughing lady
Dropped by to call
Can't tell his ankles
And there's a rumbling in the bedroom
If there ain't no wall
Ain't the kind he can keep
There's the old laughing lady
Been here before
But his laughing lady's loving
And when she leaves
From the rest of his feet
Blacks out the night
Just don't feel right
They say the old laughing lady
Don't leave no message
See the drunkard of the village
