I've got a wife, poor me Me and her can't agree She's crazy 'bout children, you see And that's the reason I'm gonna let my good Mama be. I told her long ago I wouldn't stand for that no mo' But when I look in to her eyes I know right then and there she's telling me some bad lies. Cause, when she had the first child, I knowed that she was true Then she got twins, that made me kind of blue The gal located triplets I said, "Mama, that will do" But she keeps it up, keeps it up, dog gone it. She's got seventeen and still wants mo' Round our house looks just like Ringling Brothers show I plead on my soul, she's loosin her pop-eyed min' Cause she keeps it up, keeps it up all the time! She got so many kids she gave me the blues If they don't cry for biscuits They cries for shoes. I plead on my soul, she's loosin her pop-eyed min' Cause she keeps it up, keeps it up, all the time.
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