Problem. I can’t tell what the words are saying. Must be my ears, as others are “getting” it.
Sounds OK to me, but I’m prejudiced. Maybe this will help:
“Your Daddy Was Drunk And Your Mama Was Lonely”
—Hopalong Ginsberg
Come over here, Junior,
And sit on Daddy’s knees.
It’s time your father told you ‘bout
The birds and the bees.
The stork, he didn’t bring you.
There weren’t no cabbage leaf.
So just be glad you’re ‘round here, boy,
And don’t give me no grief, ‘cause
You wouldn’t even be here,
Except and only
That your Daddy was drunk
And your Mama was lonely.
I was truckin’ through Shreveport
With a double heavy load;
Been weeks since I’d had any,
I was fixin’ to explode.
Went into a juke joint,
Just to get me some relief,
And that’s where I saw your Mama
Killing rats with her teeth.
She was mean and she was nasty -
I weren’t sure if I should -
But after six or seven beers
She started lookin’ pretty good.
I said “Hey, come on baby,
You wanna see my truck?”
So we went out to my rig
And we had a good time.
Came back nine months later,
I was ready for the worst,
And sure enough, your Mama
She was just about to burst.
Her Pa was waitin’ with her,
His shotgun in his hand,
And half an hour later we were
With the preacher man.
The preacher man he told us
“To death do us part,”
So every day I thank the Lord
I’ve got a bad heart.
So that’s...
Where you come from, Junior,
Hope the story ain’t upsettin’.
But some brothers or some sisters, boy,
You best had be forgettin’.
You bet I learned my lesson,
Bet I learned it well,
And I know there’s deeper levels
to this country music hell.
No, there’ll be no hanky-panky,
Except and only
If your Daddy is drunk
And your Mama is lonely.
Its recorded low.
You’ll need a player, not me, that can enhance.