Mutter to a farmer in a truck
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Dip, sip, Reba, babble to the nag with the lipstick perfume
Apple core, worms galore
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Reba, press a razor to a slide cross a needle with a prune
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Cheetah on the prowl in a cage
Reba, dip a ladle for a taste of her creation
She hoped was not explosive
Picked up a jar unscrewed the top
Down the pipes
And a can of some corrosive
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Reba, flush a fleshfarm leftover
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
That her Grandmother had bought her
Would be the finest in the nation
With the lipstick perfume
Thunder in a circle
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Some coffee grounds and mud
Some wicker and some cork
Mutter, 'Nature' to the nag
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Toxic waste, some purple paste
Take a peek at the cheetah, Reba
Reba, put a stopper at the bottom of the tub
Bag it, tag it
Threw in a pot of melted wax
And she knew that what she make
Coconuts and chloroform
Reba, dangle ladle form her lip
Tie a cable to a tree
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it, tag it
And then she stirred it with the ladle
And watched it drop into the water
Knee deep in the motel tub
A forefoot and a hoof
Bag it, tag it, sell it to the butcher in the store
Reba, stuck in a game of lipstick perfume flypaper
Sink a boulder in the water
A little scoop of plaster mix
