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Papa, I know |
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There's a frog on my toe |
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Maybe I'll call him Jethro |
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Maybe I'll grow up to be quite as good as he |
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And maybe you'll come back after you're long gone |
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And papa I'm sure |
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The worms have eaten you now |
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And Jethro's been on some Frenchy's plate long ago |
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And now I'm pretty sure |
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That I listen to every word |
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'Cause I still hear you telling me still |
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Slap them boys when they're naughty |
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Make 'em crawl, make you haughty |
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Make a strong little girl |
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You paint them toes the reddish colour |
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And you know one day |
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You're going to be bigger than a flea |
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You're going to be bigger than that old |
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Poison ivy tree |
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Now I'm pretty sure |
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That I think you come and visit |
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And talk sometimes kind of like Gidget |
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And in funny little chants like an Indian Brave |
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You said we all grew fat when the old white man came |
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But one day girl |
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you're going to learn to make them crawl |
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Make them grow tall but have the grace |
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To be a lady with disgrace |
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And you fry them taters |
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And you make them with lady's hands |
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And I know you're my pappy's baby |
