but you're bitter like a fella,
and I don't like that evil right cross.
Girl, I know you're sweet, but you got them rather large feet,
I got to be on my way, baby
You all right with me, but
You got that old gun that goes bang
If you ain't shootin', you cuttin'
And that ain't about nothin'
Now frankly, I just cannot hang
You like to go bang, I just can't hang
I gotta get in the wind baby
Jack I've been looking at you
And wondering what you ever do
To make me think you had class
Now here you come talking this old trash
But you ain't goin' nowhere
And don't try that old kissin'
I'll snatch you right outta your shoe
Stand up straight while I'm
Now you know me, I wasn't about to flee I
was just jivin' with you, that's all
Maybe put down that stick
I put it down on your head
But you take your eight kids
about your little snooker
when he was born he had long silky blonde hair hanging from his
armpits and I ain't got nobody in my family with
a head shaped like a four -way coal chapter.