Classic Poem

I'm gonna move way out on the outskirts of town
I'm gonna move way out on the outskirts of town
I swear I don't want no body ooo, lord, baby always hanging 'round


I'm gonna tell you baby
We gonna move away from here
I don't want no iceman: I'm gonna
Buy me a frigidaire

When I move way out on the outskirts of town
I swear I don't want no body ooo, lord, baby always hanging 'round


I'm gonna bring my groceries
Gonna bring them every day
That's gonna stop that grocery boy
I mean, and keep him away

When I move way out on the outskirts of town
I swear I don't want no body ooo, lord, baby always hanging 'round


It may look funny
Funny as can be
We got eight children, baby
Don't none of 'em look like me

That's why I'm gonna move yeh, way on the outskirts of town
I swear I don't want no body ooo, lord, baby always hanging 'round