Lyrics:

No more credit from the liquor store
My suit is all dirty, boy
My shoes is all wore
I'm tired and lonely, my
FBI heart is all sore
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I can't stand it no more, no more

She told me she loved me
I believed what she said
She took me for a sucker, boy
All corn-fed
The next thing I knew
She had a bolt on the door
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I can't use it no more, no more

She took Ike's watch
Like they always do
(It was a Timex, too!)
(And ashamed on you, yeah)
No more money, boy
I shoulda knew
(Won't somebody go sit on ah...)
(Yes! He's showin' the magic!)
(The tinsel's here)
(The big drawers...)
The way she do me, boy
She might do you, too
(Awfully big drawers now!)
The way she do me, boy
She might do you, too
(She's from Utah!)
(I'll tumble 4 ya...)
The way she do me, boy
She might do you, too
(You remember Utah, you know what happened...)
Drawers!

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People I am through
I'm through!
Potato-head Bobby
Was a friend of mine
He opened three of his eyes
In the food stamp line
He opened four of his eyes
In the food stamp line
He opened five of his eyes
In the food stamp line
He opened six of his eyes
In the food stamp line
He said she might be a devil
(Well, I don't know...)
But she sure was fine
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He wanna try it one time
Just one time

Later that night
He drop on by
He told her all he wanna do
Is come up and say 'Hi'
Hi-hi hi-hi hi-hi hi-hi
Hi-hi hi-hi hi-hi hi-hi
Half an hour later
She had frenched his fry
(Everybody!)
Frenched his fry
(Isn't that amazing?)
(What?)
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Bobby, say good-bye-yay-yay-yay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ah