Bobert and P-Vine Litterbox Blues

P-Vine said, "Bobert"
"I'm gonna do you in!"
Oh, P-Vine tole Bobert,
"I'm gonna do you in!"
"I'm gonna plant the cat's litter,
Right across yo' shins."

Bobert said, "P-Vine!"
"How come you talk like that?"
Bobert tole P-Vine,
"How come you talk like that?"
"How come you wanna kill me,
With a toilet for a cat?"

But P-Vine tole Bobert,
"I ain't about to 'splain!"
Oh, P-Vine tole Bobert,
"I ain't gonna 'splain!"
"You know what you done, honey.
Go on an' use yore brain!"

Well, Bobert went out then,
To haul a bag of rocks.
Bobert went out then,
He was gonna haul some rocks.
But he caught his big left boot
Across the litty's litter box.

Ole Bobert went flyin'
He landed on his head!
Ole Bobert went flyin',
He landed on his head!
P-Vine, she called the amb'lance,
"I 'fraid mah man be dead!"

Coroner looked at Bobert,
He wasn't much fer talk.
Coroner looked at Bobert,
And wasn't inclined to talk.
He wrote it on a paper form,
"Done in by a litter box."