Elaine and Harry always in misery
She say Harry eating too much from she
So she gone to she mama explaining how Harry's a pest
She say "ah gettin' skinny mammy, in the night ah can't get a rest"
And the mother now...
"Well, well, well, I never hear more
Girl what you're running from is what I am dying for
My food does be wasting in the house every night
And your sleepy-head father
Wouldn't get up and take a little bite"
"Sometimes at night, believe me, I'm in a doze
This man does only be pulling at meh clothes
Wake up! Get up! And the son-of-a-gun is so crude
Ma, in the middle of the night Harry only begging for food"
And she...
"Well, well, well, child I envy you
I wish that your daddy will do what Harry does do
I would be happy to feed him, whether he begs me or not
And if I am sleeping, he can put his hand in the pot
Hahaha, do you know...?"
If your father was a little bit like Harry
No woman in the world will be happier than your mommy
But I don't know what to do, I am suffering day and night
I does have to collar your father and shake up his appetite
So you see my dear, that's how men should be
I will see that Harry remains in this family
He could eat by your sister, or even your auntie Gertrude
Otherwise, I myself will give him only a blasted lazy part of food"
