I hear tell you're doin' well. Good thing have come to you. I wish I had your happiness. And you had a do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka-do.
Well, here I sit high, gettin' ideas. Ain't nothing but a fool would live like this. Out all night and runnin' wild. Woman sittin' home with a month-old child.