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You must be daddy's lil' punkin I can tell by the way you roll You must be daddy's lil' punkin I can tell by the way you roll Why it's quarter past eleven And you're sleepin' on the bedroom floor I can see the fire burning Burning right behind your eyes I can see the fire burning Burning right behind your eyes You must have swallowed a candle Or some other kind of surprise I'm goin' down to Memphis I got three hundred dollars in cash I'm goin' down to Memphis I got three hundred dollars in cash All the women in Memphis Want to see how long my money will last I'm goin' downtown I'm gonna rattle somebody's cage Hey, I'm goin' downtown I'm gonna rattle somebody's cage I'm wanna beat my old piano And strut around on the stage If you see my baby comin' Don't you tell her that her pappy's in jail If you see my baby comin' Don't you tell her that her daddy's in jail She'd sell her lil' punkin Just to raise her sweet daddy's bail You must be daddy's lil' punkin I can tell by the way you roll You must be daddy's lil' punkin I can tell by the way you roll You'll never do nothin' To save your doggone soul You must be daddy's lil' punkin I can tell by the way you roll You must be daddy's lil' punkin I can tell it by the way you roll You'll never do nothin' To save your doggone soul |