Billy was a six-gun kid;
Scared the law to death.
When he rode up, sheriffs hid:
Or else drew their last breath.

Delia is much like that;
Her ammunition belt,
Is loaded with a broken twat;
Though child-birth she’s not felt.

Her slugs are shot from blue-green eyes;
Her effluence is rank.
You think she’s trapped: Surprise. Surprise.
She’s busted in your bank!

Sweet Delia’s a mean machine
(At only twenty-one!)
She’s beautiful and very lean,
Yet poof. Bang. Bang. You’re gone!