First Song-What Takes My Fancy

Well we're bad Rosie. Good, let's knock one clear over the fence. Flippey! That's the spirit. Place whacked and pickled in moonshine You ain't such a norinoricus Well, I'll be piped and petal for coal All you ain't such a luio-gus Well, I don't wanna give you no ideas But you might not make a bad wife

Cook and grub and pin and up dieties Hold on, grandpa, not on your life Then what treats me girly Has to find out early In my mama's litter, I'm the I like to do what takes my fancy What takes my fancy likes to do And when it comes to things will massive What takes my fancy ain't the likes of you

I like to do what takes my fancy Well I ain't no friend That there's what keeps me young and prancing What takes my fancy, I do all the time Well bless my boots and paddle my britches if you ain't a sociable type Oh well, now then suffer and pull cats if we ain't a similar stripe

Don't let this sun ravel your undies, but you might not make a bad room Or cleaned up for company sundies Now hold on since you're sealing your doom Here's a tip I'll give you Partnership I'll give you But you ain't promoting me from my protective coat I like to do what Takes my fancy

What takes my fancy I like to do And when it comes to Things romance it What takes my fancy ache like for you? I likes to do a taste my fancy What takes my fancy?

I likes to do Cause my pockets better It doesn't matter Who I do it to We likes to do what Take some fancy, what takes some fancy? That ain't no yarn, it folks objects to how we acts up, what gets their backs up, ain't no skin off on.