[Mumbling]
I ain’t got no elocution,
Can’t tell what the fuck I just said.
I ain’t got no elocution,
Can’t tell what the fuck I just said.
I ain’t got no elocution,
And for all the communication I accomplish,
I might just as well be dead.
Now my baby asked a question,
And I tol’ her, best I could.
Yeah my baby asked a question,
And I tol’ her, best I could.
But when my baby asked her question,
She thought I said I’d rather be battered and glued to a rhinoceros,
Though I tried to say I would.
So now my baby’s left me,
Though I begged for her to stay.
Yeah, now my baby’s left me,
Though I begged for her to stay.
Yeah, my baby’s gone and left me,
‘Cos she thought I said something ’bout geese with myxomatosis,
When I asked for one more day.
[Mumblin’ LOUD]
Well I ain’t got no elocution,
No man knows what the fuck I said.
No I ain’t got no el-o-CU-tion,
No man knows what the fuck I said.
Now I ain’t got no elocut-i-o-n,
And I might just as well be singing about Gottfried von Leibniz,
I should just go back to bed.