Lyrics:

Harlans papa wouldnt stay in the ground
Dead and buried and he walked into town
Lord God, what is Ma to do?

Mamas so mad cause he muddied up his suit
Caught in a thorn bush, blowin on a flute
Lord God, what is Ma to do?

12456789Thousand,
Everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down

James: 12456789Thousand, Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant
Would everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down

If he did drive into town
Everyone would stand around, and stare
Harlans girl would catch a glimpse
In the mirror as she crimps her hair

Harlans papa wouldnt stay in the ground
Dead and buried and he walked into town
Lord god what is Ma to do?

Mamas so mad cause she cant scare him off
Even if shes wrapped in a table cloth
Oh Lord what is Ma to do

12456789Thousand
would everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, Calm down

James: 12456789Thousand, Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant
Everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down

James: 12456789Thousand, Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant
Everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911