Did you ever take yore Saturday bath an'  try to wash an'  scrub While squattin' down on yore haunches In a galvanized washing tub? If not, then you ain't missed a thing But I'm telling you what's right. I done it until i wus almost grown, An' every doggone Saturday night! In summertime it wuz bad enuff, But in winter it wuz really rough, Spreadin' paper, filling buckets an' kettles An' all sorta stuff, But getting ready for that ordeal Wuz only half o'th' rub O' takin' a bath on Saturday night In a galvanized washin' tub. Did you ever stand there stripped to th' skin, A woodstove bakin' you' hide A-dreadin to put yore dern foot in For fear you'd burn alive? Finally you got th' temperature right and into th' tub you'd  crawl, That cold  steel'd touch yore back An' you'd squeal like a fresh stuck hog! You'd get outta th' tub next to th' stove An' stand there drippin' and shakin' The front o' your  body's a freezin' to death While the back o' yore body's bakin' That's the price I had to pay, That awful ordeal will haunt me until  I'm old an' gray. I ain't thur yet - there's somethin' else That I been wantin' to say, I wuz the youngest of all the kids What bathed each  Saturday, Now we all bathed accordin' to age An' I fell last in order Which meant I had to wash myself, an' in their same dad-blamed water. I'm a woman o' clean habits, An' believe in a bath a week It helps to keep clean an' healthy, An' it freshens up my physique, But if I had my druthers, I'd  druther eat a bug Then to take my Saturday bath again In a galvanized washin'g tub