Sippin' Shirley Thompson is a gas
Anytime you see her
You can always count on Shirley for a blast
She knows more words with just four letters
Than the dictionary ever had
She uses them to color up the stories of the simple life she's led

Sippin' Shirley Thompson doesn't care
She's thirty-eight and feelin' fine
And not much up to goin' anywhere
Her husband is a bible salesman
And at thirty-nine his hair fell out
She said there's not a hair between him
And the heaven that he talks about

Sippin' Shirley Thompson is a pal
An ordinary woman who'll sit and dish the dirt with all the gals
She said I don't believe in bein'
Somethin' that the people know you're not
But when she's at home alone
Nobody knows that sippin' Shirley cries a lot

Sippin' Shirley Thompson is a gas
Anytime you see her
You can always count on Shirley for a blast
She knows more words with just four letters
Than the dictionary ever had
She uses them to color up the stories of the simple life she's led

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Tom T. Hall