John
Ella, you're mel la,
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,
and your kicks like a
Clydesdale horse.
We've had our fun,
now it's over an d done
I got to be on my way, baby
Now
John
Lella, you know what
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
Listen,
Jack I've been looking at you
And wondering what you ever do
To make me think you had class
From the time I find you
I wind you and I knew
Now here you come talking this old trash
So you had your fun,
now you wanna run
But you ain't goin' nowhere
But, but, but baby
Hush up and listen
An d don't try that old kissin'
And huggin' and
givin' me the blues
You just pay attention
To all that I mention
Cause boy,
I'll snatch you right outta your shoe
So you had your fun,
and now you wanna run
Stand up straight while I'm
talkin' to you, boy
Yes, ma 'am
Now you know me, I wasn't about to flee I
was just jivin' with you, that's all
You sure get mad quick
Maybe put down that stick
I put it down on your head
Now listen
Jack
You can leave
But you take your eight kids
with you
They ain't mine
Oh they're yours baby
That last one
don't even look like me
How dare you say that
about your little snooker
They look just like you
He does not
He got a blue eye
One right in the middle
of his forehead
He ain't none of mine,
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.