BETTAH DAN I KNEW I COULD

 

"I’se gwine down to de drugsto', gots to get me some meds;

Oh, Im'a go'n down to de drugsto', gettin ' me some special meds--

If de drugsto' he doan habbit, gots to get it fum de fommasis instead!"

 

"De dokta-man, he doan got it, so I axed him put in a call.

 My dokta-man, he sho' ain't got none, so he made myse'f a call.

 Now I'se headed fo de chemist, he be's rat down de hall!"

 

 " Mistah Fommasis, won't you he'p me? I gots summat needs fixin'bad!

Lawd, Mistah Fommasis, you gotsta he'p me, I be's feelin mighty sad!

Cain't cha dose me dem good meds, like Massa Dokta said you had?"

 

"Lemme look to yo scrip-sheet, Missus, an see wut dat dokta rote.

 Please, did you bring me dat scrip-sheet, woman? I gots ta know wat de dokta rote!

 If you didn't brang no scrip-sheet, Lady, 'sgonna be a helluba note!"

 

“Dokta doan gib me no scrip-sheet, said you’d know what I would need

I ain’ got nary scrip-sheet, Mistah, I’se tole you’d fix me up wit speed!”

Fommasis said, “Woman, I b'leeve I gots yo cure indeed!”

 

“Now what I gots ta gib you, it doan come in no pill,

Ain’t no urrnge bottle hold it, but I reckon, gal, you will!

Now won’t you step back to my office, an’ let me make you well!”

 

“Now de Fommasis, he done hep’t me, wif his speshul healin’ tool,

I gets reglah refills wib it, but doan you think I is no fool!

He gib me a mess o’ speshulists, who I gets meds from too!”

 

“Now all my galfriends goes ta see him, dey all says his meds is good,

Shame dey gots at go so offen, meds doan last good lak dey should

But we’s all feelin’ bettah, baybe, bettah dan we knew we could!”

 

“Lawd! I got’s dem Walgreen’s blooz, y’all!

Uh-huh, dem CVS blooz too, y’all

Getting’ me some Rite-Aid aid, y’all!

Bettah dan I knew I could!”