by Roger Miller 



Beup Beup Beup Beup Beup Beup Buep

Beau Beau Beau Beau Beum

Boop Boop Boop Boop Boop Boop Boow

Boop Boop Boop Boow Boow



Well, here I sat high, getting ideas.

I ain't nothing but a fool to live like this.

Out all night, running wild,

Woman sitting home with a month old child.



Chorus:

I said,  Dang me, Dang me

They ought to take a rope and hang me.

High, from the highest tree.

Woman would you weep for me



Beup Beup Beup Beup Beup Beup Buep

Beau Beau Beau Beum

One More time

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Beau Beau Beau Beum



Sitting round drinking with the rest of the guys.

Six rounds bought, and I bought five.

I spent the groceries and half the rent,

Like 14 dollers and 27 cents.



Chorus:

I said,  Dang me, Dang me

They ought to take a rope and hang me.

High, from the highest tree.

Woman, would you weep for me



Beup Beup Beup Beup Beup Beup Buep

Beau Beau Beau Beum

One More time

Beup Beup Beup Beup Beup Beup Buep

Beau Beau Beau Beum



Roses are red, and violets are purple

Sugars sweet and so is maple surple.

But I'm the seventh out of the seven sons.

My daddy was a pistol, I'm a son of a gun.



Chorus:

I said,  Dang me, Dang me

They ought to take a rope and hang me.

High, from the highest tree.

Woman would you weep for me



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Beau Beau Beau Beum

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Beau Beau Beau Beum

Beau Beau Beau Beap