text: Flying to Salt Lake City
  Seats 3A and B
  I was down and needed a window
  But in 3A sat Mitzi Dupree
  She said, Hi I am Mitzi the queen of the ping pong
  Where you going boy
  I said, Nowhere
  She said, Im moving on
  I thought what is this
  I cannot resist, here she is
  And Ive always wanted a girl with a name
  A name like Mitzi Dupree
  She said, What do you do
  I said, Im a singer in a band
  She said, Yeah Im an entertainer
  Reached out and took my hand
  She was going to a mining town
  Way up north to do her show
  I said, It must be cold up there
  She said, Depends on who you know
  Oh, that look in her eye, I can tell you no lies
  Im just a man, she made me feel
  Like a king in my mind, I love you Mitzi Dupree
  I know I love you Mitzi Dupree
  I said, What is this queen of the ping pong business
  She smiled, What do you think
  It has no connection with China
  I said, Have another drink
  Well I knew right away
  That Id seen her act before
  In a room behind a kitchen in Bangkok
  And three or four times more in Singapore
  She may not be the first
  But I know she isnt the worst
  She was mine but I ran out of time
  I miss you, I love you Mitzi Dupree
  My darling Mitzi Dupree
  My darling, my darling
  My darling Mitzi Dupree
  Mitzi Dupree
  I love you Mitzi Dupree