Well well me and my woman, we can't get along no more Well well me and my woman, we can't get along no more Well well I don't want you hanging around, ooh somebody sure have to go Well well you been telling everybody, you been playing in luck My wife cook me neckbones and beans, why'd you cook me chicken and duck So somebody, somebody will have to go Therefore I don't want you, ooh a-hanging around my house no more Well well you said I was your friend, and a friend you sure did like But as soon as I'm gone, you always bite me in the back So I don't want you, hanging around my wife no more Therefore I'm sorry buddy, ooh somebody will have to go Well I come home in the evening, when my day's work is done My bed is all turned up, and my supper's never done So I don't want you, hanging around my home no more Well well I'm sorry buddy, ooh someone will sure have to go Well well so look a‑here buddy, now don't get hard Because somebody, can't go to the graveyard It may be three and it may be two And it may be me, and it may be you So I don't want you, hanging around my home no more Well well I'm sorry buddy, ooh someone will sure have to go