Talk about yo good times, I bet you he had 'em—Adam—
Adam en Eve, an' de appile tree.
He woke one mawnin wid a pullin at he sleeve;
He open his eye, an' dar was Eve—
He shook her han', wid a "Honey, don' grieve.
You's de only gal on earth for me
An' dats de truf, believe."
Talk about yo good times, I'll bet you dey had 'em—Adam—
Adam en Eve, an' de appile tree.
Den Eve took a bite er de appile fruit