Aimee Semple McPherson

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
 Hi dee hi dee hi dee hi
 Ho dee ho dee ho dee ho
 Aimee built herself a radio station
 To broadcast her prraching to the nation
 She found a man named Armistead who knew enough
 To run the radio while Aimee did her stuff
 Shc held a camp meeting out at Ocean Park
 Preached from early morning till after dark
 Said the benediction, folded up her tent
 And nobody knew where Aimee went
 When Aimee McPherson got back from this journey
 Shc 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