Andrew Jackson as an hors d'oeuvre, la de dah. I wish I were the U.S. Mint, turning it all out, turtle green and monk black. Toot, toot, tootsy don't cry. Toot, toot, tootsy good-bye. She's out fighting the dollars.
Milk is the American drink.
Oh queens of sorrows, oh water lady, place me in your cup and pull over the clouds so no one can see. She don't want no dollars. She done want a mama. The white of the white. I am sorrowful in November.