Cool Rockin' Loretta - Joe Ely

Hey operator, cancel the phone call

I hear somebody knockin' at the door

Lookie here it’s Loretta

And she never looked better

Her arms full of groceries from the store!

My, my, my

Ain’t she fine

My, my, my

Ain’t she fine!

Cool Rockin' Loretta

Cool Rockin' Loretta

Racin is my trade, she works as a housemaid

On weekends dont you know it’s paradise

Even tho we got no dough

It don’t bother Loretta though

She turns them red hot mamas into ice!

I want an antenna.

Baby, she wants a clothesline

Then we’ll be livin like the rich folks do

I’ll pick up Chicago

On my transistor radio

Loretta she can stay in bed till noon!