My Mama always said I was as ugly as could be
Whenever we had company, I’d hide behind a tree.
She said my nose looked like a door knob and legs were terribly bowed
I guess my Mama noticed how much my freckles glowed.
My toes look like a monkey’s, I can really climb a tree
My eyes a little squinty and crossed as they can be.
She said I’d never marry, a sack he’d put over my head
I didn’t know how to cook, even baking bread.
As I would sing a song all the animals ran
Sounded like scratching on a chalk board or an old tin pan.
Well Ma, I’m here to tell you that I am married now and happy as can be
I married the sweetest feller’ who’s blind and cannot see.
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