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Well, your daddy's in the garage
And that's never ever a good sign
And your mama's in the kitchen
Making demons in the pale moonshine
Yes she is, oh, yes
low, But boy that wasn't all.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Couldn't get them very far.
Daddy! Oh Daddy, You Promised.

Out on the road in the direction
low, But boy that wasn't all.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Couldn't get them very far.
Daddy! Oh Daddy, You Promised.

Out on the road in the direction
outsmart the po'-po's
Cookin' birdies in the kitchen, with see-bo

From livin' nappy, everybody know me
Used to sell taffy, white girl nasal candy
Hoes'll
Back in the country
Living on the Double E
In the sunshine of her life.

There's a really young filly
But Mom and Daddy won't let her leave.
let’s rock this spot till the sunset

I wanna celebrate
Baby, no it can’t wait
Hey we gonna celebrate yeah, yeah, yeah

Momma’s in the kitchen cookin’
Back in the country, living on the Double E
In the sunshine of her life
There's already a young fellow but Mom and Daddy won't let her leave
Mom
the kitchen cookin’ crawfish pie
Daddy’s by the river watchin’ fish swim by

I wanna celebrate yeah, yeah, yeah
My sister got bit by a copperhead snake
In the woods behind the house
Nobody was home so I grabbed her foot
And I sucked that poison out

My
the ridge
See the water flowing
Way beneath the bridge
And my woman's waiting
By the kitchen door
I'm driving along
In my old beat up car

Going down to old
In the evening by the moonlight
When my mother had finished working
We used to sit around the fire place
Till the cornbread it was done
And then
to be a princess in the States when your skin is brown
And mama smoothed my worried brow as I leaned on the kitchen door
Why do you carry the weight, she
Daddy's little manikin likes a good time 
Stretched out in the limousine head all gone 
Hair is pretty astrokhan for the boyfriend 
He is a zoot
In the evening by the moonlight
When my mother had finished working
We used to sit around the fire place
Till the cornbread it was done
And then
In the evening by the moonlight
When my mother had finished working
We used to sit around the fire place
Till the cornbread it was done
And then
never fail me 'cause I know
I watch her grow
And the mother of a miner's child
Waits for me beside the kitchen door
She is my light
In this place where
the tail
Did it so hard I should of went to jail
She left, Earl came over and we went outside
Jumped in the BM to bust a joyride
Went up to A.J., in my
to ear
When he's wrong they'll stand there face to face
She can put him in his place
Side by side hand in hand
She'll talk with daddy's little man
He
cookin' on a wood stove
Seems to bring a picture to my mind
Of a little three room house with mama in the kitchen
But she can't stop to talk, ain't got
La la la ? la la la
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Chorus:

Summer time ? Mummy?s in the kitchen
Baking and making lemon juice
Summer time ? Daddy?s in
to the kitchen

Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen
So many chickens in my kitchen got my palms itching
You sucking a rich nigga dick, you in a good
My sister got bit by a copperhead snake
In the woods behind the house
Nobody was home so I grabbed her foot
And I sucked that poison out

My sister
Ten years living in a paper bag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat
He's a platinum canary, drinkin' falstaff beer
Mercedes rule, and a rented
Fine china stacked by the kitchen sink
Aunt Tammy's in there claiming all the diamond rings
Uncle Bobby's holding up the TV set
The only thing they
Stack of bills on her kitchen table
Out go the lights and off goes the cable
If she don't pay 'em by the 15th
And it don't look like she's gonna