standing by a fax machine
looking at a widescreen
chewing on some wintergreen
thinking about calling in
to callout feeling sick again
discipline but still won't
take the medicine Josephine
is the only one who can
cure what ails me every
morning Josephine wakeup
in pain it's daily routine
fingers too nimble to clean
Josephine still keep her house
pristine Josephine's a queen
don't go a day without whipping
up a cuisine Josephine gained
a fortune pulling a handle
on a slot machine can be seen
in church on Sunday mornings
playing the hell out of a tambourine
she say she slaying uncircumcised
philistine Josephine not big on
affection but makes a strong
impression she say child you
can't escape oppression even
if moving in the right direction
folks too hung up on complexion