Poppa I'm sure that the worms
have
eaten you now
and Jethro's been on some
Frenchy's plate long
ago
and now I'm pretty sure
that I listen to every word
cause I
still hear you telling me still
Slap them boys when they're
naughty
Make em crawl, make you haughty
Make you strong little
girl
You paint them toes the reddish color
and you know one
day
you're gonna be bigger than a flee
You're gonna be bigger than
that old
poison ivy tree
Now I'm pretty sure that I
think you'll
come and visit
and talk sometimes
kinda like Gidget
A funny
little chance
like an Indian brave
He said we all grew fat
when
the white man came
But one day girl you're gonna
learn to make em
crawl
Make em grown tall
but have the grace
to be a lady with
disgrace
and you fry them taters
You make them with ladies
Hands
and all
You're my pappy's baby