I'm a little sissy from way down south

glasses on my face and candy in my mouth

you don't like my shoes I don't like them either

but why everyday do you have to always be there?

 

I remember swinging in the willow tree

everybody there looked just like me

my feet didn't really ever touch the ground

you walking away was the only sound

 

I'm a little sissy from way down south

glasses on my face and candy in my mouth

you don't like my shoes I don't like them either

but why everyday do you have to always be there

 

the time of day might excuse your crime

your alibi is as thin as a dime

you can blame them or the farmer in the dell

but your misfortune falls on me as well

 

I'm a little sissy from way down south

glasses on my face and candy in my mouth

you don't like my shoes I don't like them either