Lyrics:

Well you dad gum guv'ment you sorry so and so's

You got your damn hands in every pocket of my clothes

Well you dad gum dad gum dad gum guv'ment uh huh
Oh don't you know oh don't you love 'em sometimes uh huh

Well you dad gum guv'ment you better pay attention

You said enough there like a fool's convention

Well you dad gum...

Well you soul sellin' no good son of a shoe fittin' fire starlers

I ought to tear your no good preambulatory bone frame

And nail it to your guv'ment walls all of you you bastard

You dad gum guv'ment you sorry rakafratchits

You got yourself an itch and you want me to scratch it

Well you dad gum...

[ guitar ]

Well you soul sellin'...

Well you dad gum...