Classic Poem

Now it's stin-
gy mama
don't be so stingy with me,
stingy mama
don't be so stingy with me;
you's a good little girl
but you so stingy with me.

Do your water
out your pitcher,
mama, let your bowl go dry,
do your water out your pitcher
let your bowl go dry?
Then I give you my loving, mama,
mama, just before you die.

My gal
got a mojo
she won't let me see,
said my baby got a mojo
she won't let me see;
one morning 'bout four o'clock
she 'leased that old thing on me.

Now mama,
mama,
you can't keep that mojo hid,
hey hey mama,
can't keep that mojo hid; (why, boy?)
'cause I got something
just to find that old mojo with.

Now my mama
left me something
she called that stingeree,
my mama left me something
called that stingeree;
I done sting my baby
and she won't stay away from me.