The car runs, but the road is dusty behind it.

The car is running, oh, oh, the road is dusting after it, ; Nine little girls are sitting in the back of the car. ; Nine little girls, with nine brown eyes, ; Oh, each with her lover. ; ; The car is running, oh, oh, the road is dusting after it, ; Nine little girls are sitting in the back of the car. ; The tenth one has no father, no mother, ; Her kiss shines on me all night.