Текст: Linda Ronstadt. Hummin To Myself. Miss Otis Regrets.

Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today, madam
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today

She is sorry to be delayed
But last evening down at lover's lane she strayed, madam
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today

When she woke up and found
That her dream of love had gone, madam
She ran to the man who had led her so far astray

And from under her velvet gown
She drew a gun and shot her lover down, madam
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today

When the mob came and got her
And dragged her from the jail, madam
They strung her up on the old willow across the way

And the moment before she died
She lifted up her lovely head and cried, madam
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today

Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today