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 2-ton truck can haul She's the bell 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 'em 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 [ guitar - brass ] Well I got a little gal called Cincinnati Lou.... When Lou walks by they holler "oh my oh" She put the "O" in Ohio She put the "cin" 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