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