No, I wouldn’t put you on because, it really did happen just this way
The day my momma socked it to, the Harper Valley PTA
The day my momma socked it to, the Harper Valley PTA
ABC-123,… That’s how easy love can be!
B-R-L-F-Q spells Mom and Dad
Well that ain’t so bad
'Cuz that’s my boy.
I put a spell on you
And now you’re mine
From the cradle bars
Comes a beckoning voice
It sends you spinning
You have no choice
Following the footsteps
Of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound
Baby won’t you be my little Teddy Bear…
The old CB was blarin’ away on channel 1-9!
When there came a little boy’s voice on the radio line
And he said: “Breaker 1-9! Is anyone there?
Come on back, truckers and talk to Teddy Bear!”
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here’s the Rubber Duck. You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c’mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer shure, fer shure. By golly, it’s clean clear to Flag Town, c’mon.
Yeah, that’s a big 10-4 there, Pig Pen, yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy.
Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy.
Rubber ducky, joy of joys…
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and…then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door…and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother…I want to…fuck you
Got my arms around my baby brother
Put your hands away
You’re gonna kill your mother
Gonna kill your mother, kill your mother
And I love her, yeah
I love her
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Southern man better keep your head
Don’t forget what your good book said
Southern change gonna come at last
Now your crosses are burning fast
Southern man
a country boy can survive…
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back,
Ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack.
It’s early to rise, early in the sack,
Thank God I’m a country boy.
I was country when country wasn’t cool…
I’m goin’ up the country, baby don’t you want to go?
I’m goin’ up the country, baby don’t you want to go?
I’m goin’ to some place, I’ve never been before
Sometimes I think that the boy from the country
Is the only one who sees
Because the boy from the country
Doesn’t want to see the forest for the trees
Country livin’ is the life for me…
Green Acres is the place to be.
Farm livin’ is the life for me.
Land spreadin’ out so far and wide
Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside.
New York is where I’d rather stay.
I get allergic smelling hay.
I just adore a penthouse view.
Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue.