Speaker A performs a blues-style comedy song about a woman with exaggerated features and a mean streak, using absurd metaphors like killing a brick and drowning water. Speaker B chimes in with call-and-response support as the piece riffs on a problematic romantic partner with self-aware jokes about Harvard language and wordplay.
My girl's got great big legs. And she's built up from the ground. My gal's got great big legs and she's built up from the ground, shaped like a Coca-Cola bottle. Nice. Every time I see her coming near me, my love just comes a-tumbling down. But she's a mean, mistreatin' woman, and she don't mean no one man no good. Maybe 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. Dirty, mean, mistreatin' woman, and she don't mean no one man no good. But you know one thing? I don't blame that woman, because I would be the same way if and I could. If you dig that, if that's Harvard language. Harvard. I went to Harvard. I went through her through the front door and out the back door. I don't know what's wrong with my woman. She ain't acting right at all. Woo! I don't know what's wrong with my woman. She ain't acting right at all. Did you get that?
Yeah.
If she don't straighten up soon and start acting decent, you know what I'm gonna do? Take back my wig and let her head go bald.
Yeah, that's right. Sure, take my wig back. Oh, no.
Yeah. Everybody calls my baby Cushfoot 'cause her ankles drag the ground.
Yeah. She's fun to walk behind when you're going down the street, 10 paces behind you.
Everybody calls my baby Cushfoot, yeah, because, 'cause her ankles drag the ground. She walks like this. Yes, but there's one thing for sure about it. Nobody calls her this when she's around, 'cause she's mean. She'll kill a brick, drown a drink of water, and scorch a flame. Oh yeah. Yes, I've been talking all about my daddy. Hang on.
