Did you ever take yore Saturday bath
an'  try to wash an'  scrub
While squattin' down on yore haunches
In a galvanized washing tub?

If not, then you ain't missed a thing
But I'm telling you what's right.
I done it until i wus almost grown,
An' every doggone Saturday night!
In summertime it wuz bad enuff,
But in winter it wuz really rough,
Spreadin' paper, filling buckets an' kettles
An' all sorta stuff,

But getting ready for that ordeal
Wuz only half o'th' rub
O' takin' a bath on Saturday night
In a galvanized washin' tub.

Did you ever stand there stripped to th' skin,
A woodstove bakin' you' hide
A-dreadin to put yore dern foot in
For fear you'd burn alive?

Finally you got th' temperature right
and into th' tub you'd  crawl,
That cold  steel'd touch yore back
An' you'd squeal like a fresh stuck hog!

You'd get outta th' tub next to th' stove
An' stand there drippin' and shakin'
The front o' your  body's a freezin' to death
While the back o' yore body's bakin'

That's the price I had to pay,
That awful ordeal will haunt me
until  I'm old an' gray.

I ain't thur yet - there's somethin' else
That I been wantin' to say,
I wuz the youngest of all the kids
What bathed each  Saturday,
Now we all bathed accordin' to age

An' I fell last in order
Which meant I had to wash myself,
an' in their same dad-blamed water.

I'm a woman o' clean habits,
An' believe in a bath a week
It helps to keep clean an' healthy,
An' it freshens up my physique,

But if I had my druthers,
I'd  druther eat a bug
Then to take my Saturday bath again
In a galvanized washin'g tub

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