Get Your Mind Out Of The Gutter

Get Your Mind Out Of The Gutter - Coot Grant And Kid Wilson

Old lady by the name of miss lou

Stooped over to button her shoe

A hard wind came up blowing fast

And it blowed straight up

Get your mind out the gutter haw

Eat your bread and your butter haw

I'm telling you

The wind blew up the avenue

Uncle joe you ain't fooling me

You ain't no infidel

And you never will be

Peeped through your keyhole

What did I see

Caught you down upon your knee

Get your mind out the gutter haw

Eat your bread and your butter haw

I caught you upstairs on

Your knees saying your prayers

Last night about half past four

Heard a funny noise

In the room next door

Give it to me daddy

I want it so bad

If you don't give it to me

You'll make me mad

Get your mind out the gutter haw

Eat your bread and your butter haw

It's the funniest thing

She was asking for her diamond ring

Jack and jill were caught up on the hill

Said they went after water

You should seen the pose jill was in

When I tipped up there and caught her

Get your mind out the gutter haw

Eat your bread and your butter haw

She had jack by the hips

Doing the blackbottom down to the ground

Tell the world I'm sitting pat

I got myself a brand new flat

My gal done turned out to be a rat

She don't care where she gives it at

Get your mind out the gutter haw

Eat your bread and your butter haw

She's a free hearted gal

She'll even give away her hat

My back's full of muscle

My face full of frown

Mama don't you turn me down

You may be the best lover

In your town

If you want me to love you

Lay your new dollar down

Get your mind out the gutter haw

Eat your bread and your butter haw

I'll tell you what I mean

I'm an artist from the picture screen

The bullfrog jumped from bank to bank

Every time he jumped

He hollered nancy hank

He hopped in the dirt

Rolled into the rut

Wagon came along run over his

Get your mind out the gutter haw

Eat your bread and your butter haw

The wheel hit his head

And killed the poor frog dead

Mary had a little lamb

His fleece was black as jet

I took mary home last sunday night

And I ain't quit scratching yet

Get your mind out the gutter haw

Eat your bread and your butter haw

Will you listen please

The ground was covered with fleas