When he got tired of dancing alone, he'd look in the mirror,
"Gotta find a woman, gotta find a woman, gotta find a woman, gotta find a woman".
He'd go down to the lake where all the women would be swimming or washing clothes or something.
He'd look around and just reach in and grab one.
"Come here...come here".
He'd grab her by the hair.
You can't do that today, fellas, 'cause it might come off.
You'd have a piece of hair in your hand and she'd be swimming away from you (Ha, ha)
This one woman just lay there, wet and frightened.
He said: "Move... Move".
She got up, she was a big woman, big woman.
Her name was Bertha, Bertha Butt, she was one of the Butt sisters.
He didn't care. He looked up at her and said,
"Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me
Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me!".
