Kitchen Fight lyrics
She was doing fine out there.
This ain?t none of your affair, Dot.
You can?t talk to folk like that.
Talk to white folk what you mean.
Lord I raised a spoiled brat.
They your boss! You can?t a queen,
gonna get yourself knocked flast,
you mouth off around white folk like that.
You tippy-toe till you been paid.
You the spoiled on! A maid!
I?ll never be a queen, that?st rue,
but I?m a damn sigh better?n prouder?n you!
Come on, teach me what you know!
Mama teach me what you know!
How to keep my head tucked low.
Come on, come on
teach me what you know!
Watch your mouth now, little sister.
You too smart to act a fool.
Proud don?t talk trash to her mother.
You got plans, you go to school.
What she got? Only angry, always
fussin, always shushin me.
Ain?t seen you lackin food to eat,
roof above, shoes on your feet.
You watch your pride ain?t just conceit.
Think bein a maid what she prefer?
Go on, make things like they were.
Apologize to her.
Now comes your gift! Something handy:
Chanukah Gelt, for real, not candy!
A twenty dollar bill!
GRANDMA & GRAMPA GELLMAN
Last Update: June, 10th 2013