On a dial somewhere between the high eighties
And low nineties FM
Elouise plays the first five frets for those who wake
From twelve to two AM
And her voice is pure and soft
Oh, when she stumbles on her words
And every boy in town is pretty certain
He deserves to marry her someday soon
And that's not all that Elouise
She just got a Jazz Master guitar
And her band got a [Incomprehensible] stranger
And they've just been submitted for a tour
And her tone is deep as night
When she plays her minor chords
And the rhythm section's tight
But they're always ignored, always ignored
And her voice is pure and soft
Oh, when she struggles on her words
And every boy in town is pretty certain
He deserves to marry her