Now the boys down the bar-room
Gave me a hard time
On account of ma sweetheart
Who’s called Clementine
They say that a Rhino
Has got thinner skin
But she helps on the farm
And she lives in the bin
Chorus
Gonna roll ma baby in Corn and manure
Stand her up on a pedestal, sturdy and sure
Gonna kick her on her good leg, to make sure she hops
Ma plug-ugly girlfriend keeps the crows off ma crops.
I thought I would treat her
And buy a new dress
I chiselled her make up off
Coz it’s a mess
Built her a sty
By my prize pig as well
But sadly the pig
Couldn’t handle the smell
Chorus
She swears like a trooper
As far as I’m told
I’ve been deef as a post since
Before I got old.
Don’t know if she’s common
Or if she’s got class
But she looks like she’s screamin
When I poke her ass.
Chorus to end.
Reece Kaye
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gonna-roll-ma-baby-song/
