Papa wore blue. Mama wore red.

Papa's silhouetted highly darkened there
In the doorway just behind the stair.
The town outside now makes and awful noise
Papa's saying, `You don't have no choice!' - No!

Papa wore blue. Mama wore red.

Now them scissors're shining in his hand,
`Pull `em down! now we don't need no man!'
See the blood-shot shooting out so high!
`Now you're mama's darling social-child!'- Yeah!

(Out side of town I get around.
When papa's dead
Momma'll suck my head.
She'll catch the hick-up
When she gets my dick up!