A little less corn, a little more pone
A little more meat on the bone
A little more love than you heretofore have shown
A little less idiot, a little more savant,
That’s what your baby wants
Here come Little Maggie, there go Sweet Jane
That be your sweet life going down the drain
I see trouble like a alligator, laying in the weeds
A little less of them
A little more yes ma’am
That’s what your baby needs
All you young fellows, you like to roam
You like it better than an ice cream cone
You may or may not not come home
With the crowing of the cocks
Let me make this clear, I plan to be here
In case your baby knocks
You ask me how I know these things
I hear her cry when the nightbird sings
I hear her moaning till the very break of day
No more, not no more, nun-unh not no more
That’s what I hear your baby say
Phil Lee – GRM/BMI
