That Stuff You Sell Lyrics

Walter Davis That Stuff You Sell

Now that stuff you sell
Stuff you sell
Oughta be a law, to kill your kind
Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell
Stuff you sell, ain't no booze
One thing about it, mama
Give you the blues
Stuff you sell
Stuff you sell
Oughta be a law, to kill your kind
Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell
Stuff you sell, in a jug
If you don't give me some
I'm gonna raise above
Now that stuff you sell
Stuff you sell
Oughta be a law, to kill your kind
Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell
(piano)

I know you sick, can't get well
When you sell any mo'
It'd take God, to tell
Now that stuff you sell
Stuff you sell
Oughta be a law, to kill your kind
Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell
You can go down on the corner, Market and Tenth
Get that stuff for fifteen cents
Now that stuff you sell
Stuff you sell
Oughta be a law, to kill your kind
Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell
(piano)
That stuff you sell, ain't so good
I wouldn't buy none of it
Even if I could
Now that stuff you sell
Stuff you sell
Oughta be a law, to kill your kind
Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell.