B. B. King - Telephone Song lyrics

There's a neat little lass and her name is Mari Mac

Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track

Lot of other fellas try to get her on her back

But I'm thinking that they'll have to get up early

Mari Mac's mother's making Mari Mac marry me

My mother's making me marry Mari Mac

Well I'm going to marry Mari for when Mari's taking care of me

We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mari Mac

Now Mari and her mother are an awful lot together

In fact you hardly see the one without the other

And people often wonder if it's Mari or her mother

Or both of them together I am courting

Well up among the heather in the hills of Bonifee

Well I had a bonnie lass sitting on me knee

A bumble bee stung me right above me knee

Up among the heather in the hills of Benifee

Well I said "Wee bonnie lassie, where you going to spend the day?"

She said "Among the heather in the hills of Benifee"

Where all the boys and girls are making out so free

Up among the heather in the hills of Benifee

The wedding's on Wednesday, everything's arranged

Soon her name will be changed to mine unless her mind be changed

And making the arrangements, I'm feeling quite deranged

Marriage is an awful undertaking

Sure to be a grand affair, grander than a fair

Going to be a fork and plate for every man that's there

And I'll be a bugger if I don't get my share

If I don't we'll be very much mistaken

There's a neat little lass and her name is Mari Mac

Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track

Lot of other fellas try to get up on her back

I'm thinking that they'll have to get up early