It's the gal I've got lined up for Malcolm Higgins...

The gal I've got lined up for Malcolm Higgins
(go Franny go Franny go Franny go)
I found her in a small town named "Slim Pickens"
go Franny go Franny go Franny go
She's got a room for Mal out in her garage
Parked out there with all of her hot rods

Well she's a sea cow, and he's gonna be diggin
The gal I've got lined up for Malcolm Higgins
She's loud and she weighs bout a metric ton
He calls her "sweetie", she calls him "hon"
She's the gal I've got lined up for Malcolm Higgins

She chases him round and round the yard, now
(go Franny go Franny go Franny go)
Malcolm likes em big, she's a pack of lard, now
(go franny go franny go franny go)
She's running so hard now, sooner or later
She'll have to be revived with a defibrillator

(Go Malcolm, go Malcolm, go Malcolm, go)

She's chasin Malcolm all over town
She ropes him, she throws him, she brings him down

When he's had enough he's gonna be leavin
The gal I had lined up for Malcolm Higgins
He says thanks alot, but I'll find my own
Or maybe I'd be better off on my own!
The gal I had lined up for Malcolm Higgins....