I wonder why nobody don't like me,
or is it the fact that I'm ugly?
I leave my old house and go,
my children don't want me no more.
Bad talk inside the house they bring,
and when I talk they start to sing.
Mama look a boo boo, they shout
Hey mother tell them shut
Daddy's your daddy, oh no
My daddy can't be ugly so
I couldn't even digest me supper,
due to the children's behaviour.
John, come here a moment, bring the belt,
you're much too impudent.
James tells the story in reverse.
I drag my belt from off me waist,
you should hear them screaming round the place.
Mama luka bubu, they shout
That is your daddy, oh no
My daddy can't be ugly, so
So I began to question the mother,
These children ain't got no behavior.
So I began to question the mother,
These children ain't got no behavior.
They're playing with you,
You should be proud of them,
These children were taught
That ain't no kind of joke to crack.
Mama look up, boo -boo, they shout
tell them shut up your mouth
That is your daddy, oh no
My daddy can 't be of use, oh
Mama look up, boo -boo, they
Mama look up, boo -boo, they
Mama look up, boo -boo, they