Now I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' 'em for all of the stars. Watchin' 'em laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey bars.
Did you hear bout Stacy brown (no we didn't but we'd like to). He had every chick in town (no he didn't but he tried to). He had looks he had class do anything to get a little lass.
Someone ate the baby it's rather sad to say. Someone ate the baby so she won't be out to play. We'll never hear her whiney cry or have to feel if she is dry.
Oh they won't let us show it at the beach no they won't let us show it at the beach. They think we're gonna grab it if it gets within our reach. And they won't let us show it at the beach.
There was a group called called Scum of the Earth. And they say they got their birth. In a basement bar on Greek Street down in Soho. The bass man he smoked grass and the drummer he kicked ass.
Oh Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out. She'd wash the dishes and scrub the pans cook the yams and spice the hams. And though her parents would scream and shout.