Frying Pan (Original)

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Mother Mother - Rock, Folk

Frying Pan (Original)

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I throw my tongue on a rusty nail 'Cause I'm a silver-tongued devil with a silver tongue tail I learned cursive in Babylon I knew I was this way all along And little Suzy and her twirling baton She throws it up in the air, but it didn't come down Little Suzy gonna throw a fit Oh, little Suzy gonna get hit, yeah-yeah Ooh-ooh, ooh Only if you could say Well only if you could say What can you say? Aye-ya-ya-ya My mama was a lonely maid She got her buns in the oven then she never got laid My daddy was a Renaissance man He sailed away off on a ship Oh, goddamn I put my hand in the frying pan I put my oil in the skillet And I fry my hand I pulled the roots from the mother land I pulled them out with a burning hand Ooh-ooh, ooh Only if you could say Well only if you could say What can you say? Aye-ya-ya-ya Ah ah ah Ah ah ah Ah ah ah Uh-ah-uh, uh-ah-uh, uh-ah-uh Aye-yea yeah-yeah I run from the hills like a wild goat I got my face in your lap and my hands on your throat I did the best that I could The best that I could The best that I could The best that I could The best that I could The best that I could Ooh

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  • Mother Mother