Sliding in the Grease

Sliding in the grease is my favorite game

Teacher says my wiggles put me to shame

Stop that dancin’ and write your name

Escape the mill; give your life some aim

I don’t care about that

Gotta new game to play and Arthur to follow, it’s

where I’m at

Free from worry wanna dance all day

Sliding in the grease is my favorite game

It comes from the cotton so much its insane

Just don’t get it on your clothes

Cuz they’ll never, ever be clean again

I don’t care about that

Gotta do my part to make the family

Fat

Mama’s countin’ on my can’t let her down on that

Sliding in the grease was my favorite game

Now I’m spinning those bobbins in a house size frame

Twelve times something can’t count that high

Arthur knows his times tables better than I

Don’t care about that

Gotta prove to Mama I’m as good as Dehlia

That

Is a life time of work, you can bet on that

My head hurts, my legs ache, my feet feel like lead

There’s cotton in my mouth and lungs and in my head

Mr. Hine and Mr. Graflex tried to save me

But Mama tore the picture that they gave me.

Sliding in the grease was my favorite game

Now I sneak to school on Sunday just to keep me sane

Maybe I’ll be the teacher someday

Teach Mama to read give her life some aim

And I care about that

I am doing my part to make the family

Fat

There’s more to life than spinning

Mr. Hine saw to that.