Papa Wants to Knock a Jug

I saw your mama: in Kansas City
The way she was looking: was a doggone pity
Feet on the ground: clothes wasn’t clean
Dirtiest old stuff: I ever seen
Now I got a gal: she is big as a bull
She never stops drinking: till her belly gets full
Gets full of liquor: and tries to sing
Tight like that: and shake that thing
I ask her about it: she said before long
Let’s get together: because your water’s on
Let’s get started: be long gone
Let’s get together: what you waiting on
I saw you mama: way last spring
Eyeballs shining: like a diamond ring
Staggered down the street: hollering and a‑fussing
I tried to stop her: and I got a good cussing
I saw your mama: your papa too
What they was doing: just won’t do
I slipped up on them: and took one look
What they was doing: wasn’t in the book
If you want some loving: you want it cheap
Go down on Ellsworth: about the middle of the week
Show them girls a quarter: they won’t let you go
It’s four or five times: and then some more