You're Humbuggin' Me

Miller-Morgan

You said I haven't been around

The way I dress is a sin

I been further under the house

Lookin' for eggs, then you've ever been

You're humbuggin' me, you're humbuggin' me

I believed those stories

But now you're humbuggin' me

You told me, little darling, you loved me

You'd go through fire or pain

Last week you wrote me a letter

Said, I see you if it don't rain

You're humbuggin' me, you're humbuggin' me

I believed those stories

But now you're humbuggin' me

Well, when I married you darling

You thought I was a profit, I know

You promised me chicken and pork roast

But you gave me sour milk and burned toast

You're humbuggin' me, you're humbuggin' me

I believed those stories

But now you're humbuggin' me

Well, when I married you darling

You thought I was a profit, I know

You promised me chicken and pork roast

But you gave me sour milk and burned toast

You're humbuggin' me, you're humbuggin' me

I believed those stories

But now you're humbuggin' me