Got a pollywog in your water
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Tadpole in the moonshine vat
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An' granddaddy-long-leg climbing on the screen
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You better watch, you're gonna squash him flat
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Boll weevils in your cotton
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And dirt-dauber busy building a nest
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The red wasp's gonna swoop down and get ya child
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Won't give you a minutes rest
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(she's talkin 'bout)
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Bugs! Everywhere you look there's another kind of bug
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Makes you want to get a club and clout'em
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Yes everybody's talking bout the worrysome bugs
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But ain't nobody doing nothing about 'em
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Shooing the flies away from the table
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Hiding under the quilting bed
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The chiggers running wild in the blackberry bush
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Yellow jackets swarmin' round your head
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They're coming to get your watermelon
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Black ants marching in a long line
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They're lurking in the leaves of the strawberry patch
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And climbing up the tomato vine
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(she gonna tell you about)
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Bugs!
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Bugs! Everywhere you look there's another type of bug
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But if ya live in the delta ya got 'em
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Here's a sure fire way to pass the time of day
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Fold you up a newspaper and swat 'em
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Hey look its me with the DDT
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Umm hmm, umm hmm
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Aint they a mess, them worrysome pests
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Umm hmm, umm umm hmm
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Bugs
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| Bobbie Gentry |
