Now listen here, folks
I'm gonna sing a little song,
Don't get mad
I don't mean no wrong;

You know, it's tight like that
It's tight like that
Can't you hear me talkin' to you,
I mean, it's tight like that

Well I have a little dog
His name is Ball
If you gave him a little 
He want it all

Oh, it's tight like that
It's tight like that
Can't you hear me talkin' to you,
I mean, it's tight like that

Now when you see my girl
Live across the hall
Found another mule
Kicking in my stall

Oh, it's tight like that
It's tight like that
Can't you hear me talkin' to you,
I mean, it's tight like that

You ain't treatin' me right 
Mr. Burn
Drop my parcel
In the mud

You better wipe it off
Better wipe it off
Umm I mean you 
Betta wipe it off

You ain't treatin' me right
Mr. Neal
You can't ride
My automobile

Unless you wipe it off, 
Wll wipe it off
Now I came in shiny
So you Better wipe it off

