Them Thar Huckabee Boys sing "Papa Don't Preach" - Arkansas style!

[IdesOfOctober]

Papa I know you're going to be upset
'Cause I was always your little pig
But you should know by now
I'm not Richard Simmons

You always taught me carbs from fat
I need your help, please daddy pass the vat
I may be young at heart
But I know what I'm spraying

The ribs you warned me all about
The ribs you said I could do without
My hands'r awful mess, and I don't mean maybe - please

Papa don't preach, I need a wet wipey
Papa don't preach, I like the canned tripey
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my Ho-Hos, oh
I'm gonna keep my Ho-Hos!, mmm, Mmmmm!...

They fill the void you left
Of your love we were bereft
While you ran for office
It's a sacrifice

But my friends keep telling me to give it up
Saying I'm too plump, I ought to hoof it up
What I need right now is some beans and rice, please

Papa don't preach, I need a wet wipey
Papa don't preach, I like the canned tripey
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my Ho-Hos, oh
I'm gonna keep my Ho-Hos!, mmm, Mmmmm!...

Daddy, daddy if you could only see
Just how good this ice cream is treating me
You'd give us your sprinkles right now
'Cause we are in love, we are in love, so please

Papa don't preach, I need a wet wipey
Papa don't preach, I like the canned tripey
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my Ho-Hos, oh
I'm gonna keep my Ho-Hos!, mmm, Mmmmm!...

Oh, I'm gonna keep my Ho-Hos, ooh
Don't you stop loving me pancakes
I know, I'm keeping my syrup

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