We all went to church
But daddy stayed home
To make soap
And dress out the possum
That he found in the road
The front was ran over and ruined
But the back legs and the loins was ok
Now possum's strong tastin'
And greasy
But it's better than nuthin'
And when I say nuthin'
what I mean
Is nuthin' on the table
Which is something
That a city boy like you
Has never seen