I Hates Yo’ Struttin’ Style

Lyrics

[MARIA] I hate your struttin' style Yes, sir And your goddamn silly smile And your ten cent diamonds and your five cent butts Ooh, I hate your guts Somebody got to carve you up to set these people free And the writin' on the wall says it's a-goin' to be me Some night when you is full of gin and don't know I's about I's gonna catch you by the tail and turn you inside out Friends with you, lowlife? Hell, no! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! I's figurin' to break your bones Yes sir One by one And then I's gonna carve you up and hang you in the sun And feed your meat to buzzards to give 'em belly aches And take your bones to Kittiwah to pizеn rattlesnakes Friends with you, lowlifе? I fears I must decline I'd sooner cut my own throat than call you friend of mine!