Lyrics:
juice on your chin Eggs on the drain-board Pie on the wall Dirt on the rug I come home late `N I stumbled `n swore Ya won`t even give me
to carry out her instructions I sat the ten little bottles on the drainboard Picked up the first bottle, pulled the cork out of it And pored it down
juice on your chin Eggs on the drain-board Pie on the wall Dirt on the rug I come home late `N I stumbled `n swore Ya won`t even give me
in the air... You can't make mother cry You can't make her give consent Though she flounders at the drainboard Though her back be down there and bent
up, I'll wash the cup I'll place it on the drainboard I wonder if it's dry Oh, give me a home Where the buffalo roam And the apples go rolling
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