A lot of this doesn't rhyme, but its f*cking brilliant:
Cash for the merchandise
Cash for the buttonhooks
Cash for the cotton goods
Cash for the hard goods
Cash for the fancy goods
Cash for the soft goods
Cash for the noggins
And the pickins
And the frickins
Cash for the hogshead cask and demijohn
Cash for the crackers and the pickles and the flypaper
Look, whaddaya talk
Whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk
Whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk
Where do you get it?
Whaddaya talk?
You can talk, you can talk
You can bicker, you can talk
You can bicker, bicker, bicker
You can talk, you can talk
You can talk, talk, talk, talk,
Bicker, bicker, bicker
You can talk all you want
But it's different then it was
No it ain't, no it ain't
But you gotta know the territory
Shh shh shh shh shh shh shh
Why it's the Model T Ford, made the trouble
Made the people wanna go
Wanna get, wanna get
Wanna get up and go
Seven, eight, nine, ten, twelve,
Fourteen, twenty-two,
Twenty-three miles to the county seat
Yes sir, yes sir
Who's gonna patronize a little bitty two by four kinda store anymore?
Whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk,
Where do you get it?
Gone, gone, gone with the hogshead cask and demijohn
Gone with the sugar barrel, pickle barrel, milk pan
Gone with the tub and the pail and the tears
Ever meet a fellow by the name of Hill?
and so on...
Updated On: 5/10/08 at 05:34 AM