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Act Ii, Scene 1: I Hates Yo' Struttin' Style Lyrics - George Gershwin's - Houston Grand Opera

Frien' wid you low-life? Hell no! 

I hates yo' struttin' style, 

Yes sir, and yo' god damn silly smile 

an' yo' ten cent di'mons an' yo' fi'cent butts. 

Oh, I hates yo' guts. 

 

Somebody's got to carve you up to set these people free 

An' de writin' on the wall says it's a goin' to be me. 

Some night when you is full of gin an'don't know I's about, 

I'm go?n' to take you by de tail an' turn you inside out. 

 

Frien wid you, low-life! hell, no! 

 

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! I's figgerin to break yo' bones 

Yes sir, one by one. 

An' then I's goin' to carve you up an' hang you in de sun. 

I'll feed yo' meat to buzzards an' give'em belly aches. 

An' take yo' bones to Kittiwah to pizen rattlesnakes,