INTRO SOLO
Now, mama, you needn't think that the good Lord made you tall as a derrick
And said, "Now I'm through."
But you've got that wrong
Yes, you've got that wrong
Now you need not think when you pass by
All the other women should lay down and die
'Cause you got that wrong
Mama, you know you got that wrong
Now, you must want me to buy you a new dress every day
And only take five cents for myself out of my pay
But you got that wrong
Mama, you know you got that wrong
Scat singing
Now, you must want me to prove my love is true
You must want me to work in the steel mill for you
But you've got that wrong
Yes, you've got that wrong
Now, you want me to let you flirt with Tom and Sam
While you go around, tell the people what a dumb cluck I am
But you've got that wrong
Mama, you know you've got that wrong
Now, you want me to come in through your back door
And for dinner eat up the crumbs off, off of your floor
But you got that wrong
Yes, you've got that wrong
Now you want me to buy you a fur coat to keep off the cool breeze
Whilst I walk around in the wintertime in my BVDs
But you've got that wrong
Baby, you know you've got that wrong