Did you ever hear the story of Aimee McPherson?
Aimee McPherson, that wonderful person
She weight a hundred eighty and her hair was red
And preached a wicked sermon, so the papers said

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Hi dee hi dee hi dee hi
Ho dee ho dee ho dee ho

Aimee built herself a radio station
To broadcast her preaching to the nation
She found a man named Armistead who knew enough
To run the radio while Aimee did her stuff

She held a camp meeting out at Ocean Park
Preached from early morning 'til after dark
Said the benediction, folded up her tent
And nobody knew where Aimee went

When Aimee McPherson got back from this journey
She told her tale to the district attorney
Said she'd been kidnapped on a lonely trail
In spite of all the questions, she stuck to her tale

Well, the Grand Jury started an investigation
Uncovered a lot of spicy information
Found out about a love nest down at Carmel-by-the-Sea
Where the liquor was expensive and the loving was free
They found a cottage with a breakfast nook
A folding bed with a worn-out look
The slats were busted and the springs were loose
And the dents in the mattress fitted Aimee's caboose

Well they took poor Aimee and they threw her in jail
Last I heard she was out on bail
They'll send her up for a stretch, I guess
She worked herself up into an awful mess

Now Radio Ray is a going hound;
He's going yet and he ain't been found
They got his description, but they got it too late
Sin they got it, he's lost a lot of weight

Now I'll end my story in the usual way
About this lady preacher's holiday
If you don't get the moral then you're the gal for me
'Cause they got a lot of cottages down at Carmel-by-the-Sea