Well, here's a story 'bout a southern gal   She got all the parts and she's built quite well   And her name is Dixie Dynamite   She's a lady with beauty and grace   And she's got all this till you see her face   A pair so big they'll really grab your eyes      Big bad Bill was a man of means   When he come around you hear Dixie scream   They jumped in his Cadillac   Everyday for them was fun   Cruisin' on the highway called 101   They ain't comin' back, no      Dixie, won't you be my wife   Dixie, Dixie Dynamite?      The truckers on their way back from Arkansas   Couldn't believe now what they saw   Dixie driving with her top on down   When the sun come out, she don't waste no time   Her and Bill drive to county line   They sit there and talk about their dairy farm      Bill said, "Dixie, won't you be my wife?"   She said, "Yeah, babe let's share our life   You seem to be the man for me"   Dixie got as fat as a horse   Bill dumped her and gave her a divorce   He ran out the back door as fast as he could      Well, he traded in his Caddy for some spandex jeans   Now he's a stud and drives a Limousine   He owns a disco club in Hollywood      Dixie, won't you be my wife   Dixie, Dixie Dynamite?