 Mama killed a rooster. She thought it was a dog. Put it on the table with its legs poking up. Oh, babe. I'm about to lose my mind. Why don't you bring your clothes back home and try me one more time? I see you coming down the stairs, going oop, choopty-doopty. I'm sitting there watching all your flip-floppy, floopy. Oh, babe. I'm about to lose my mind.