"Frying Pan" lyrics - KAY STARR

KAY STARR
"Frying Pan"

Mama, Mama, Mama
Get out your fryin' pan
I said Mama, Mama, Mama
Get out your fryin' pan
Got that chicken for your husband
Pork chops are for your man

You'd better listen ev'rybody
Here's one thing you oughta know
Won't you listen ev'rybody
Here's one thing you oughta know
You've got the blues and me
And one of us has got to go