Mmmmm, do you all know who I really may be?
Do you all know who I really may be?
If you hold your seat, you will soon see
I'm Reverend Bite-'Em-in-the-Back, from that old tore-down shack
I'm Reverend Bite-'Em-in-the-Back, from that old tore-down shack
Everybody look at me and grin, 'cause I ain't nobody's friend
SOLO (Spoken: Play it a while, boy!)
When I start to bitin', ain't no use to grieve
When I start to bitin', ain't no use to grieve
I'm gon' bite you like that snake bit poor Adam, oh, 'bouts his Eve
Ain't no use to holl'in' 'bout my teeth ain't sharp
I say, ain't no use to holl'in' 'bout my teeth ain't sharp
I'm gon' make your lady play a little tune like little David played on his harp
SOLO (Spoken: Those who bite, shall be bit. Gimme mine. While you bite me, big boy, somebody's layin' you out.)
Fair brown, fair brown, what's on your mind?
Fair brown, fair brown, what' on your weary mind?
You keep me worried, bothered 'most all the time
SOLO