Lyrics
Amanda, Amanda Ruth Amanda, Amanda Ruth
We read the paper then we pick the show I'd meet her there but my watch was slow
AMANDA RUTH
(Chip Kinman & Tony Kinman)
She came early and I came late We never met
It was a hell of a date
Amanda, Amanda Ruth Amanda, Amanda Ruth
We went downtown to hear the reggae sound The third with lyrics so profound
The words were neat
And what a beat
I couldn’t wipe the white right offa my feet Amanda, Amanda Ruth
Amanda, Amanda Ruth
She burns her biscuits and her gravy is strange Can't fry a chicken in a microwave range
Her salt's tasty, her sugar's sweet No she can't cook
But she's got something to eat Amanda, Amanda Ruth Amanda, Amanda Ruth Amanda, Amanda Ruth