Go and tell yo' mama
To call of her llama
Take him back to Chile
Way down south.

I don't think it's fittin'
For llamas to be spittin'
'Specially with hayseeds
in their mouth!

I don't need that beast here,
I don't need a priest here,
Call yo'mama, quick
As you can!

Take that furry camelid
Back to where his daddy did
ANd leave me here alone
With my man!!


(Fade out with a ragtime strum on a tenor banjo)