by John Kaniecki
Detroit women are the finest I've known
Sassy and classy
They have a sphere of their own
Tecumseh was an Indian chief
Whenever he was stressing
And needed relief
He went to the blessing
Of the prettiest squaw
He ever saw
Need I mention
She was a Detroit woman
Now times have changed
And the past is gone
But some fine, fine things
Have lingered on
Detroit women
Take 'em any style
Long and lean
Plump and firm
They'll make you smile
They'll make you squirm
Each one a beauty queen
If it's Detroit women to chose
You can never lose
They'll chase away your blues