Ain't you sweet as a sugar dumplin'
with your boots beneath the pew,
sittin' pretty as a picture with your wife?
When the choir sings "hallelujah!"
all the ladies look at you -
come hither looks deep in their Baptist eyes.
The first button that you got undone
you said I was the only one.
The second had us running off together.
By the time my garters hit the floor,
you swore you wouldn't be cattin' no more
and you and me was gonna last forever.
Now, ain't you sweet as a sugar dumplin'
kneelin' at the pew and
beggin' for forgiveness from your wife?
She's gonna make a fetchin' widow
when all us ladies get to you
and send you to that sweet by and by.
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