. Guv'ment Songtext
von Roger Miller

Well, you dad-gum government
You sorry so ′n' so′s
You got your damn hands in every pocket
Of my clothes

Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government
Oh don't you know
Oh don't you love ′em sometimes

Well you dad-gum government
You better pay attention
You′re sittin' up there like a fool′s convention
Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government
Oh don't you know
Oh don′t you love 'em sometimes

Well you soul selling no-good
Son-of-a-shoe-fittin′ firestarters
I ought to tear your no good
Perambulatory bone frame
And nail it to your government walls
All of you, you Bastards


You da-gum government
You sorry rackafratchits
You got yourself an itch a
And you want me to scratch it
Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government
Of don't you know
Oh don't you love ′em sometime

Well you soul selling no-good
Son-of-a-shoe-fittin′ firestarters
I ought to tear your no good
Perambulatory bone frame
And nail it to your government walls
All of you, you Bastards

Well, you dad-gum government
You sorry so 'n′ so's
You got your damn hands in every pocket
Of my clothes
Well you dad-gum, dad-gum, dad-gum government
Oh don′t you know
Oh don't you love ′em sometimes