Frying Pan

I throw my tongue on a rusty nail 'Cause I'm a silver-tongued devil with a silver tongue 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-yeah Ooh-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 Ooh-ooh, ooh Only if you could say Well only if you could say What can you say? Aye-ya-ya-ya Ah ah ah Ah ah ah Uh uh, uh uh uh, 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 --- Frying Pan - Mother Mother