Songtext Frying pan Mother Mother

Frying pan

I throw my tongue on a rusty nail
'Cause I'm a silver-tongued devil with a silver-tongued tail
I learned cursive in Babylon
I knew I was this way all along
And little Suzy and her twirling baton
She throws it up in the air but it didn't come down
Little Suzy gonna throw a fit
Oh, little Suzy gonna get hit, yeah
Ooh, ooh

Only if you could say
Well, only if you could say
What can you say?
Aye-ya-ya-ya

My mama was a lonely maid
She got her buns in the oven then she never got laid
My daddy was a renaissance man
He sailed away off on a ship
Oh, goddamn

I put my hand in the frying pan
I put the oil in the skillet
And I fry my hand
I pulled the roots from the mother land
I pulled them out with a burning hand

Only if you could say
Well, only if you could say
What can you say?
Aye-ya-ya-ya
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I put my hand in the frying pan
I put the oil in the skillet
And I fry my hand

I did the best that I could
The best that I could
The best that I could
The best that I could
The best that I could