Out in the cotton, cotton dress a man
Slide simple slave girl, and milk him with your hand
And though you trick delighted, and though you've seen the Snake
You ain't been invited to share in their mistake
Down in the dishes, fork tongue licks the blade
If I get seven wishes, I'll take 'em in the shade
And faux I have re-furred you, with feather-flavoured tar
The bolder types prefer you exactly as you are
Waitin' for the weed
I'm waitin' for the weed to wear off
The poacher pleads a passage through thick jazz and Kingdom's Come
But out in the cotton, the lawman's on the run
And so a donor met you, and oh, you fed the flaws
The owner of a pet who got cotton in its claws
Out in the cotton, cotton dress a man
Slide simple slave girl, and milk him with your hand
And though you trick delighted, and though you've seen the Snake
You ain't been invited to share in their mistake
Waitin' for the weed
I'm waitin' for the weed to wear off
