Son,
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Well way down in the Okahanachi Swamp;
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Is where old lady Wiggwamp made
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her juu-juu juicy fruit stomp.
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I went to see her last night,
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tripped and fell in right into the
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alligator boo-koo-dee-doo-bamp!
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Put the hammer down, son!
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I knew right then and there;
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I should stayed home.
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I should never left house,
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Should just sit polite like,
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hands folded in lap!
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Son!
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Well, old lady Wiggy-wamp,
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a pork-a-pork-achop!
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Don't stop the pork chop stampy stomp!
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Son, heh-he!
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Hee-haw!
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Give me a cigerette.
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Please?
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Nooo!
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Contempt of court!?!
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What happened?
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Awww, man.
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I should stayed home.
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I Should Stayed Home
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| Jerry Reed |
