Reba, sink a boulder in the water
Reba, tie a cable to a tree
Reba, stuck in a game of lipstick perfume flypaper
Reba, press a razor to a slide cross a needle with a prune
Knee deep in the motel tub
Reba, dangle ladle form her lip
Dip, sip, Reba, babble to the nag with the lipstick perfume
Mutter to a farmer in a truck
Take a peek at the cheetah, Reba
Cheetah on the prowl in a cage
Sink a boulder in the water
Tie a cable to a tree
Mutter, 'Nature' to the nag
With the lipstick perfume
Reba, flush a fleshfarm leftover
Thunder in a circle
Down the pipes
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Reba, put a stopper at the bottom of the tub
Picked up a jar unscrewed the top
And watched it drop into the water
A little scoop of plaster mix
Some coffee grounds and mud
And then she stirred it with the ladle
That her Grandmother had bought her
Threw in a pot of melted wax
A forefoot and a hoof
Apple core, worms galore
And a can of some corrosive
Coconuts and chloroform
Some wicker and some cork
Toxic waste, some purple paste
She hoped was not explosive
Reba, dip a ladle for a taste of her creation
And she knew that what she make
Would be the finest in the nation
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it