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
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
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, g#dd#mn
I put my hand in the frying pan
I put the 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
Only if you could say
Well only if you could say
What can you say?
Aye-ya-ya-ya
I put my hand in the frying pan
I put the oil in the skillet
And I fry my hand
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
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Mother Mother Lyrics – Frying Pan