Tell you about them sobbin' women
Who lived in the Roman days
It seems that they all went
swimmin'
While their men was off to graze
Well, a Roman troop was ridin' by
And saw them in their mi -o -mi
So they took them all back home to dry
At least that's what Plutarch says
Oh, yes, them wo men was sobbin',
sobbin', sobbin'
Fit to be tied
Every muscle was throbbin',
throbbin'
From that riotous ride
Seems they cried and kissed
and kissed and cried
All over that Roman countryside
So don't forget that
When you're taking a bride
Sob and fit to be tied
From that ri otous ride
They never did return their plunder
The victor gets all the loot
They carried them home by
thun der
Two rotundas, small but cute
And you never seen, so they tell me,
such downright do mesticity
With a Roman baby on each knee
named Claudius and Brut
Oh yes, and the women was sobbing, sobbing,
sobbing, passing them nights
While the Romans was going out,
hobnobbing, stagnafights
They kept occupied by sowing
lots of little old toggies
for them tots and saying
Someday, women folk
shall have rights
Pressin' over their backs
Just soin'
While the Romans had fights
Now when the menfolk
went to fetch them
The women would not be fetched
It seems when the Romans
catch them
Their lady friends they catch
Right! Now let this be, because it's true
A lesson to the likes of you
Rough them up like them their Romans do
Or else they'll think you're tenched
Oh, yes, that moment was sobbing, sobbing,
sobbing, pockets of tears.
Mighty sad.
Unaccountable, daubing, daubing,
wriggly, rattled their ears.
And that ain't all. they ac
ted angry and annoyed.
But secretly, they was overjoyed.
You might recall that when
corralling your steers.
Oh, oh, oh,
oh, them poor little dears.
Oh, yes, that moment was sobbing,
sobbing,
Oh, yes, them sovereign women
Oh, yes, them sovereign women
Oh, yes, them sovereign women
And though they'll be a sov
ereign for a while
We're gonna make them
sovereign women
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