Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you.
Sprinkle a goob(???) of dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own self dead.
She said you shouldn't say that.
I said What did I say to make you mad this time baby?
She said Mmmmm...
I don't know
My oh my oh my
She said I don't know but my baby's putting down
The woman I love, she got a dimple in her jaw.
Clothes she's wearing made out of the best of cloth.
She can take 'em and wash 'em, put 'em up beside the wall
She can throw 'em out a window, pick 'em up a little before they fall.
Sometimes I think you got your habits on
She said You shouldn't say that.
I said What did I say to piss you off this time baaaaaby?
She said Mmmmm...
I don't know,
my oh my oh my,
I don't know
But my baby's putting down.
My poppa told me, my momma sat down and cried
She said you're too young a man to have many woman you got.
I looked at my mother dear, didn't even crack a smile
Said if women don't kill me I don't mind dying.
The woman I love, I wanted her week before last
The woman I love, I got all classed.
Thought I warned you baby, a long time ago
Better watch your step or I'm going to have to let you go.
She said you shouldn't say that.
I said well Baby,
You know when you bend over I see every bit of Christmas
And when you bend back I'm looking right into the New Year.
She said Honey, you know I gave up cigarettes for my New Year's resolution,
But I didn't give up smoking.
I said Woman, woman, you going to walk a mile for a Camel,
Or you going to make like Mr. Chesterfield and satisfy?
She said That all depends on what your packing,
Regular or kingsize.
And then she pulled out my Jim Beam, and to her surprise
It was every bit as hard as my Canadian Club.
I said, I said,What now you got to say baaaaaaaaby?
She said Mmmmm...
I don't know
My oh my oh my
I don't know
But my baby's putting down.
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