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That stuff you sell, ain't no good Smells just like Old rotten burnt wood Now, that stuff you sell Stuff you sell Oughta be a law, to kill your kind Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell That stuff you sell, ain't no wine One thing about it You serve it so kind Now that stuff you sell Stuff you sell Oughta be a law, to kill your kind Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell Stuff you sell, ain't no booze One thing about it, mama Give you the blues Stuff you sell Stuff you sell |
Oughta be a law, to kill your kind Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell Stuff you sell, in a jug If you don't give me some I'm gonna raise above Now that stuff you sell Stuff you sell Oughta be a law, to kill your kind Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell (piano) I know you sick, can't get well When you sell any mo' It'd take God, to tell Now that stuff you sell Stuff you sell Oughta be a law, to kill your kind Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell |
You can go down on the corner, Market and Tenth Get that stuff for fifteen cents Now that stuff you sell Stuff you sell Oughta be a law, to kill your kind Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell (piano) That stuff you sell, ain't so good I wouldn't buy none of it Even if I could Now that stuff you sell Stuff you sell Oughta be a law, to kill your kind Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell. ~ |
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