| There’s a snake in the bed, a snake in the bed
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| I dumped out my purse and there’s a snake in the bed
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| It’s little and it wiggles, got a shiny black head
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| Couldn’t be worse there’s a snake in the bed
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| My pocketbook was sittin by the slidin glass door
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| The one I thought didn’t work no more
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| I set it side me on the pull-out couch
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| The one I’d been sleepin on to get the bugs out
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| And Big Mama Thornton was singing along
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| With pretty young Elvis and the old hound dog
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| Heaven turned to big deceit when something slithered down my leg
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| And between my feet
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| I can’t imagine what the fuss is about
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| You’d think he’d have chosen a different route
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| I can’t shut up the words in my mouth
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| They started up north and they’re heading down south
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| The boy from next door came runnin up
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| He was sicker than me so the problem was
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| We balled up the sheet snake and everything
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| Kicked out the door and gave it a fling |