Lyrics:

I'm gettin' sick and tired of the way you do,
Good kind papa got to poison you;
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed,
Wake up one of these mornings, find your own self dead.
She said, 'You shouldn't say that'
I said, 'What should I say this time, baby?'
She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don't know, my oh my oh my'
I don't know, what my baby puttin' down.

The woman I love, she's got dimples in her jaws,
The clothes she's wearin' is made out of the best of cloths;
She can take and wash them, she can hang 'em upside the wall,
She can throw 'em out the window,
and run out and catch 'em a little bit before they falls;
Sometimes I think you got your habits on
She said, 'You shouldn't say that'
I said, 'What should I say to make you mad this time, baby?'
She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don't know, my oh my oh my'
I don't know, what my baby puttin' down.

My papa told me, my mother sat down and cried,
Say, 'You're too young a man, son, to have the many women you got'
I looked at my mother then, I didn't even crack a smile,
I say, 'If the women kills me, I don't mind dyin'

The woman I love, I won the week before last,
The woman I love I've got out of class;
I thought I won you, baby, a long time ago,
If you don't watch your step, I'm gonna have to let you go.
She said, 'You shouldn't say that'
I say, 'What did I say to make you mad this time, baby?'
She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don't know, I don't know'
I don't know what my baby puttin' down, puttin' down.