Who’s that talking round here? Mercy.
Sounds like baby chatter.
Baby elephant chatter that’s what I call it.
Say up in Harlem at a table for two.
There were three of us, me your big mouth and you.
From your nose and up and from your chin and down.
I’d say you sure are as sweet as chocolate is brown.
But somewhere between there’s just too much mouth.
Yes your mouth too big.
Don’t want to have you on visit, cause you talk too much.
Can’t stand to have you ‘round, cause you talk too much.
I really hate you, cause you talk too much.
Where did you get them?
You boy he likes you, he thinks yo