Who told everyone, ‘Call me Misty’
Which wasn’t her name
But it was all just the same
Since last week she was a man in Poughkeepsie
There once was an architect in Dallas
Who built his fiancée a whole palace
But in their wedding consummation
He cracked the foundation
And then she learned where lay his true talents
A ribald young lass, way of Houston
Promised the barkeep a good boostin’
If he’d give her a shot
Of wine, whiskey, and schnapps
Thus began her career in prostitoostin’
There was a young couple in Austin
Who named their new baby boy ‘Austin’
They thought it unique
’Til at the school roll they peeked
And they saw: ‘Austin,’ ‘Austin,’ ‘Austin,’ ‘Austin,’ ‘Austin’