Guv'ment

Well, you dad gum guv'ment
You sorry so and so's
You got your damn hands in every pocket
Of my clothes

Well you dad gum, dad gum, dad gum, guv'ment
Oh, don't I you know
Oh, don't you love 'em sometimes

You dad gum guv'ment
You better pay attention
You're sittin' up there like a fool's convention
Well, you dad gum, dad gum, dad gum guv'ment
Oh don't you know
Oh don't you love 'em sometimes

Well, you soul sellin' no good
Sons-of-a dead pan shoe fittin' fire starters
I ought to tear your no good God dang
Preambulatory bone frame
And nail it to your guv'ment walls
All of you, you, bastards

You dad gum guv'ment
You sorry rakafratchits
You got yourself an itch
And you want me to scratch it
Well, you dad gum, dad gum, dad gum guv'ment
Oh, don t you know
Oh don't you love 'em sometimes

You dad gum guv'ment
You sorry sons-of-bitches
You got your damn hands in every pocket of my britches
Well, you dad gum, dad gum, dad gum guv'ment
Oh don't you know, don't you love 'em sometimes