Beedle-E-Baum

(What follows is a true narrative of agony and ecstasy; take your pick. it's a didactic and instructional tale, told by one who has lived it.)

I woke up this morning 'bout half past four,
Saw my baby, couldn't use her no more.
I know a .38 slug, beedle-E-baum,
She's got a .38 slug, beedle-E-baum,
Hey, can't nobody use it,
Mama's got a .38 slug.

Get back, pretty mama! Why should I die?
You done made me love you now your man done come;
I know a .38 slug, beedle-E-Baum
...
Mama's got a .38 slug.

I remember a time, honey, you were so cushy and nice,
Before you made me your human sacrifice,
She's got a .38 slug, beedle-E-Baum
...
Mama's got a .38 slug.

But then last night when you came to bed
You stuck a loaded pistol up under my head,
She's got a .38 slug, beedle-E-baum
...
Mama's got a .38 slug.

She's got her hair piled high, she can have most any man,
Long as she stays out of places got ceiling fans
She's got a .38 slug, beedle-E-Baum
...
Mama's got a .38 slug.

Now I got a kid; he shines like gold.
The womens all tell me that his papa's gettin' old,
I know a .38 slug, Beedle-E-Baum
...
Mama's got a .38 slug.

There was a monkey and a 'rang-a-tang sittin' in the grass,
One says "No" and the other one say "Yass"
She's got a .38 slug, beedle-E-baum
...
Mama's got a .38 slug.

And don't forget it.

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