Ain't malaproping I sound absurd? I'm simply groping, Hoping I can find the word To try to tell you Whatever things I'm s'pposed to tell you. We've been accused Of nepotism Each time I've used One of Poppy's old Bushisms. You see my Poppy Still has trouble getting all his words out, too. Like my Poppy My speech is sloppy, And it looks like I'll get one strike, One term and then I'm done for, too. It grieves me In Crawford, Texas We're not all show. No one corrects us If we can't find the right bon mot. When I'm wood chopping, My malapropoping doesn't show.
Music by Fats Waller |