Papa Aing T No Santa Claus (Mama Aing T No Christmas Tree)

作词:Edwards

作曲:Edwards

所属专辑:Death Might Be Your Santa Claus

歌词

Papa Ain't No Santa Claus (Mama Ain't No Christmas Tree) - Butterbeans & Susie

作曲:A. Razaf/R. Hill

Now look here Sue you sure is tight

Just found that out

You ain' never treat sweet Papa Butter right

Still you run around here asking for this and that

Why shouldn't I

Tell me what in the devil is you drivin' at

My cheapskatin' Papa you got your gall

Is that so

Why you never bring nothin' when you call

Still you get hot because I don't pet

Yeah

Stop your complainin' Butter why you's all wet

Look here

What is it

Papa ain' no Santa Claus

And your mama sure ain' no Christmas tree

Look here Mama what's mine sure ain't yours

And what is mine belong to me

Oh I see

Something for nothing seem to be your plan

Yes Sir

You need to get you a monkey 'cause

You don't need no man

Well now days Butter

When you want something that's nice

Yes

Why you can't get it if you haven't got the price

Now each night you keep me outta doors

Well you sure ain' gonna get my key

Why Why

Well now pay me for my goods and you can get your fill

Now let me know what I'm buying and I certainly will

Why

Because Papa ain' no Santa Claus

And your mama sure ain' no Christmas tree

Look here What is it

I said Papa ain' no Santa Claus

And your mama sure ain' no Christmas tree no sir

Now Sue you know I don't pay no money down

Well I do business strictly COD

Oh now from now on Mama I done

Put this down under my foot

That so

You do a lot of talking but you never put

Why you just got to get along the best you can

Why

Because I'm one gal who never talks installment plan

Now there's a lot of chops in other stores

But where can you get good chops free

Anywhere anywhere

Well now in my market I don't put no samples out

Look here you know it ain' New Years

And let me know what it's all about

'Cause Papa ain't no Santa Claus

And your mama sure ain't no Christmas tree

Play it boy play it play it stay right with it

Let's get low let's get low

Come here come here Sue

All last summer you was runnin' with Brother Bill

Now this morning you come up asking for a Christmas gift

Papa ain' no Santa Claus

And your mama sure ain't no Christmas tree no sir

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