I Ain't His Child

My daddy says

I ain't his child

Ain't that something?



Ain't that wild?

Daddy says

I ain't his child

Ain't that something



Wild, my hair is curly

My freckles are tan

Could my daddy be

The garbage man?



My legs are stumpy

My fingers are short

Like my uncle Will

Who is the bowling sport?



My eyes are slanty

Like mister Woo

Hey, mister laundryman

Is it you?



I'm ugly as Steve

With the big mustache

But Mama says poles

Are a piece of trash



Hey, anybody, I might

Have missed

Would you care to state

That I exist?



I ain't quite sure

What it is I did

To make him swear?

That I ain't his kid



But he told mama

And she told me

Back when I was

Just about three



She felt my face

And she kind of smiled

And she said, he say

You ain't my child



My daddy says

I ain't his child

Ain't that something?



Ain't that wild

Daddy says

I ain't his child

Ain't that something wild?



Ain't that something wild?