Wintertime and the heat bills, they is comin'
Fish at the market is smellin'
So is pa, he's drunk as a skunk, never saw him so high
Well today, he thinks ma is good lookin'
Hush Mr policeman don't takes him to jail for a bookin'
Ya does that and you knows ma, she will cry
One of these mornin's pa is gwina get hit by a freight train
It's gwina toss him up toward the sky
The beer joints'll close up that day even if it be the fo'th of July
I knows you policemen will be happy
But ma, she gwina cry
The devil gwina send down another drinker
And pa and the devil's gwina drink together
They's gwina toss beer cans down from the sky
And da ain't gonna be feared as do's freight trains go hurryin' by