The people call me Mama Treetop, 'cause I'm slender and tall But when I get ready to get my ashes hauled I lets my daddy do that, I lets my daddy do that I lets my daddy do that, because it satisfies my worried mind I've got a range in my kitchen, I've got a strict rule When it gets too hot I want my oven to cool I lets my daddy do that, I lets my daddy do that I lets my daddy do that, because it satisfies my worried mind You can drink my liquor, wear my clothes But when it comes time of spendin' my dough I lets my daddy do that, I lets my daddy do that I lets my daddy do that, because it satisfies my worried mind You can milk my cow, use the cream But when it comes to lovin' me that will be in a dream I lets my daddy do that, I lets my daddy do that I lets my daddy do that, because it satisfies my worried mind Spoken: Now keep a-churnin' 'til the butter come You crank my car, shift my gear But when any easy-ridin' goes on here I lets my daddy do that, I lets my daddy do that I lets my daddy do that, because it satisfies my worried mind