The Thirteens (White)

Your Momma kissed the chauffeur, Your Poppa balled the cook, Your sister did the dirty, in the middle of the book, The thirteens. Right On. Your daughter wears a jock strap, Your son he wears a bra, Your brother jonesed your cousin in the back seat of the car. The thirteens. Right On. Your money thinks you're something, But if I'd learned to curse, I'd tell you what your name is, But there just ain't nothing worse than The thirteens. Right On.