Well I grew up fat on a Mississippi farm eatin’ mama’s eggs and lard

My sugar plum Sue she was quite plump too, mama’d catch us rolling ‘round

in the yard

I ‘d catch hold of that sugar plum dough that sweet jelly roll did glisten

Papa used to talk ‘til the cows come in try to learn me what I aint been gettin’

I’m the Mississippi Kid

Sue got bored and we moved to the city, a dad gum sight to see

Cadillac cars and honky tonk bars, transvestites staring at me

One came around all decked out in drag prancing like a Southern belle

Tight pants, implants, at a glance I guess most folks probably couldn’t tell

But I’m the Mississippi Kid

Well I’m a good ole boy and I like to drink beer, raise hell, and pick a fight or two

And with my face aglow some red neck joe starting hittin’ on my sugar plum Sue

I took him for a shock with a right cold cock and he let out an awful shriek

Teeth went flying and he ran off crying and he’s been at the dentist all week

I’m a Mississippi Kid

Well the boys were all proud and they put up a fight when the cops came to haul me in

Sue was a rattled by the one sided battle and I done pissed her off again

She left me to rot in that Mississippi jail didn’t bail me out ‘til dark

Back home a crying, the skillet came a flying, and she kicked me out the trailer park

I’m a Mississippi Kid