Well, I got a little gal
Called Cincinnati Lou
I don't know nothing
That she can't do
She can drink more beer
Than a two-ton truck can haul
She's the belle of the ball
Cincinnati Lou
She's got a way of rolling them eyes
Makes me think of paradise
I don't mean heaven
Just a plain old pair of dice
She can roll them nice
Cincinnati Lou
She can make a rooster crow for days
Make grandpa throw his cane away
She can make an ant
Eat a great big bale of hay
She's just that way
Cincinnati Lou
Well, I got a little gal
Called Cincinnati Lou
I don't know nothing
That she can't do
She can drink more beer
Than a two-ton truck can haul
Shе's the belle of thе ball
Cincinnati Lou
When Lou walks by they holler
"Oh, my, oh"
She put the "O" in Ohio
She put the "sin" in Cincinnati too
I'm a telling you
Cincinnati Lou
North or south
East or west
You've been around
You've seen the rest
You're gonna say Cincinnati Lou's the best
I must confess
Cincinnati Lou