I saw your mama, in Kansas City
The way she was looking, was a doggone pity
Feet on the ground, clothes wasn't clean
Dirtiest old stuff, I ever seen
(?) that Ma
Papa wants to knock a jug
Now I got a gal, she is big as a bull
She never stops drinking, till her belly gets full
Gets full of liquor, and tries to sing
Tight like that, and shake that thing
(?) that Ma
Papa wants to knock a jug
I ask her about it, she said before long
Let's get together, because your water's on
Let's get started, be long gone
Let's get together, what you waiting on
(?) that Ma
Papa wants to knock a jug
I saw you mama, way last spring
Eyeballs shining, like a diamond ring
Staggered down the street, hollering and a‑fussing
I tried to stop her, and I got a good cussing
(?) that Ma
Papa wants to knock a jug
I saw your mama, your papa too
What they was doing, just won't do
I slipped up on them, and took one look
What they was doing, wasn't in the book
(?) that Ma
Papa wants to knock a jug
If you want some loving, you want it cheap
Go down on Ellsworth, about the middle of the week
Show them girls a quarter, they won't let you go
It's four or five times, and then some more