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Vaudeville stars Butterbeans and Susie (Joe and Susie Edwards) entertained audiences in the South and Midwest from the 1910s until Butter's death in 1967 with their brilliant comedy enactments of sexual competition.
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Now look here, Sue, you sure is tight
Just found that out?
You ain' never treat sweet Papa Butter right
Still you run around here asking for this and that
Why shouldn't I?
Tell me what in the devil is you drivin' at?
My cheapskatin' Papa, you got your gall
Is that so?
Why you never bring nothin' when you call?
Still you get hot because I don't pet
Yeah!
Stop your complainin', Butter, why you's all wet
Look here!
What is it?
Papa ain' no Santa Claus
And your mama sure ain' no Christmas tree
Look here Mama what's mine sure ain't yours
And what is mine belong to me
Oh, I see!
Something for nothing seem to be your plan
Yes Sir!
You need to get you a monkey 'cause you don't need no man
Well now days, Butter, when you want something that's nice
Yes?
Why, you can't get it if you haven't got the price
Now each night you keep me outta doors
Well, you sure ain' gonna get my key
Why? Why?
Well now pay me for my goods and you can get your fill
Now let me know what I'm buying and I certainly will
Why?
Because Papa ain' no Santa Claus
And your mama sure ain' no Christmas tree
Look here! What is it?
I said Papa ain' no Santa Claus
And your mama sure ain' no Christmas tree, no sir
Now, Sue, you know I don't pay no money down
Well I do business strictly COD
Oh, now from now on Mama I done put this down under my foot
That so?
You do a lot of talking but you never put
Why you just got to get along the best you can
Why?
Because I'm one gal who never talks installment plan
Now there's a lot of chops in other stores
But where can you get good chops free?
Anywhere, anywhere
Well now in my market I don't put no samples out
Look here, you know it ain' New Years and let me know what it's all about
'Cause Papa ain't no Santa Claus
And your mama sure ain't no Christmas tree
Play it boy, play it, play it, stay right with it!
Let's get low, let's get low!
Come here, come here, Sue!
All last summer you was runnin' with Brother Bill
Now this morning you come up asking for a Christmas gift
Papa ain' no Santa Claus
And your mama sure ain't no Christmas tree, no sir!
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