Well I swear your perfume babe is made out of turnip
greens
Well every time I kiss you girl it tastes like pork and beans

Even though youre wearing those uptown high heels
I can tell from your giant step youve been walking through the cotton fields


Ohhhhhh youre so down homegirl

Every time your monkey jive takes my breath away

Well every time you move like that I got to get down and pray
Girl you know that dress you wear is made out of fiber glass



Well every time you shake it baby I got to go to Sunday
Ohhhhh youre so down homegirl


Im going to take you to the muddy river and push you in
So I can watch the water roll on down your velvet skin

Im gonna take you down to New Orleans down in Dixie land
So I can watch you do the second line with an umbrella in
your hand


Ohhhhh youre so down homegirl