Holland's papa wouldn't stay in the ground Dead and buried and he walked into town Lord God, what is Ma to do?
Mama's so mad cause he muddied up his suit Caught in a thorn bush, blowin on a flute Lord God, what is Ma to do?
James: 12456789Thousand, Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant Farley: would everybody calm down please stop shouting Go on the run call 911 Calm down, calm down, calm down
James: 12456789Thousand, Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant Farley: would everybody calm down please stop shouting Go on the run call 911 Calm down, calm down, calm down
If he did drive into town Everyone would stand around, and stare Holland's daughter would catch a glimpse In the mirror as she clinched, her hair
Holland's papa wouldn't stay in the ground Dead and buried and he walked into town Lord god what is Ma to do?
Mama's so mad cause she can't scare him off Even if she's wrapped in a table cloth Oh Lord what is Ma to do
James: 12456789Thousand, Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant Farley: would everybody calm down please stop shouting Go on the run call 911 Calm down, calm down, Calm down
James: 12456789Thousand, Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant Farley: would everybody calm down please stop shouting Go on the run call 911 Calm down, calm down, calm down