From the recording High on the Hog
Lyrics
I met her on a Saturday, down at O’Malley’s Bar
She was sippin’ on a pint and braggin’ ‘bout her brand-new car
We laughed and we danced, she said, Come home, you’ll see
But when she took off her coat, Lord, she was fuzzier than me
She’s too hairy for me
Like a grizzly bear swingin’ in a maple tree
She don’t need no sweater when it’s minus forty-three
Oh Lord, she’s too hairy for me
She’s got sideburns like Elvis, eyebrows thick and wide
I swear I lost my watch when I kissed her on the side
Her legs could knit a sweater, her arms could stuff a pillow
When the wind comes whistlin’ by, she sways just like a willow
She’s too hairy for me
Like a woolly mammoth strollin’ through the Maritimes, free
I grabbed my razor, but she said, Let it be
Oh Lord, she’s too hairy for me
Now don’t get me wrong, she’s lovely and she’s sweet
But I need a girl, not a rug with feet
She’s too hairy for me
Like a shag carpet party from the seventies
She’s warm in the winter, but it’s hard to see
Oh Lord, she’s too hairy for me