Blest be the tie that binds, my collar to my shirt.
I'm wasting no dollars to buy a new collar to hide that ring of dirt.
I know how ugly I are, I know my face ain't no star
But I don't mind it, because I'm behind it, The people out front get the jar.
Oh froggy him am a queer bird, him ain't got no tail almost hardly;
When him runs him jumps, when him jumps him sits down,
Where he ain't got no tail almost hardly.