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I got a gal in Kalamazoo

Don’t want to boast

But I know she’s the toast of Kalamazoo...



Years have gone by; my, my, how she grew

I liked her looks

When I carried her books in Kalamazoo



I’m gonna send away, hoppin’ on a plane, leavin’ today

Am I dreamin’? I can hear her screamin’,

"Hi ya, Mr. Jackson",

Everything’s OK-A-L-A-M-A-Z-O



Oh, what a gal, a real pipperoo

I’ll make my bid for that freckle-faced kid I’m hurryin’ to

I’m goin’ to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo



Oh, oh, oh, oh what a gal, a real pipperoo

We’re goin’ to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo!