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Girls, listen, I'm gonna cool you cooks to something |
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Listen to this |
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Men are gettin' scarce, girls |
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Gettin' scarce as hen's teeth, yeah |
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Men are gettin' scarce, girls |
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Gettin' scarce as hen's teeth, yeah |
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There used to be a time |
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When a woman could get a man with just her charms |
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Now in order for a woman to get a man |
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She gotta, she gotta take him |
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She gotta take him, she gotta take him |
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She gotta take him right out of another woman's arms |
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Men are gettin' scarce, girls |
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Oh they're gettin' scarce, girls |
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Gettin' scarce as hen's teeth |
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(Ha ha) |
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And that's mighty scarce |
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Listen to this |
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I was talkin' to this woman the other day |
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Now she said she was gonna quit her man |
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'Cause he's got a raggedy car |
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Can you get to that? Look here, huh |
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Women are funny though |
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Every time her car is runnin' good |
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They say chile, that's my car |
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Soon as it gets to runnin' bad |
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She say, ah, I don't want that old car |
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That's his car |
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Listen, she gonna say to me |
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She said the other day, she said |
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It runs hot, it burns oil |
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This ole car is beat and rundown |
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The other day the battery fell dead |
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Right in the heart of town, embarrassin' me |
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Let me tell you one thing, baby |
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You tell that man to get a tune up on that car |
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Get a new set of spark plugs, some brand new tires |
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And a new water pump and you keep that man |
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'Cause let me tell you one thing right now |
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Men are gettin' scarce, girls |
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Ah they're gettin' scarce, girls |
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They're gettin' scarce as hen's teeth |
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(Ha ha) |
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And that's mighty scarce |
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Hold it band, hold it, hold it a minute |
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Say Miss Lady, now you just gonna sit there at that table |
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And eat all the barbecue and ain't gonna give me none |
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Say what? Oh not you again |
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Say LeRoy, here's this woman with them skinny legs again |
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She got a greasy mouth this time |
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Come over here and get this greasy mouth woman |
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She reminds me of them folks up in Navisoda, Texas |
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Eatin' barbecue and drinkin' red soda water on the 19th of June |
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Look here, give me a piece of that barbecue |
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And kiss me with your greasy mouth |
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I was talkin' to this woman the other day |
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Now here's a woman that was gonna quit her man |
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'Cause he wasn't makin' enough money on his job |
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Talkin' 'bout how much tax Uncle Sam take out of his money |
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She went on to say something like this |
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She say they take tax and more tax |
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And they keep on takin' that tax |
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Why he take so much money from my man? |
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We ain't got enough to relax |
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Well, let me tell you one thing, baby |
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You let that man stay on that ole measly job |
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And let him keep bringin' home that little $72.50 every week |
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And you keep that man |
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'Cause Uncle Sam is gonna get his baby |
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Don't you worry about that |
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Men are gettin' scarce, baby |
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They're gettin' scarce as hen's teeth |
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You got some women, their man ain't got no job |
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Men droppin' off like flies |