I Hates Your Strutting Style

MARIA
Porgy change since dat woman come to live with him.

SERENA
Oh please, sister. That Bess is bad news. She came make a cripple happy.

MARIA
I tell you that cripple's happy now. You should hear how
he and Bess are singin' all the time in their room.

SERENA
Well, it takes a killer like Crown to hold her down.
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SPORTING LIFE
What you t'ink you doin'?
Dat stuff cos' money.

MARIA
Lissen here, I ain' say nuttin',
no matter how drunk you get dese boys
roun' here on rotgut whiskey,
but nobody ain' goin peddle happy dust 'roun' my shop.
Do you hear what I say?

SPORTING LIFE
Oh, come on now, sweet darling
let me and you be friends.

MARIA
Frien' wid you low-life, hell, no!

I hates yo' struttin' style,
Yes sir, and yo' god damn silly smile
an' yo' ten cent di'mons an' yo' fi'cent butts.
Oh, men, I hates yo' guts.

Somebody's got to carve you up to set these people free
An' de writin' on the wall says it's a goin' to be me.
Some night when you is full of gin an'don't know I's about,
I'm goin' to take you by de tail an' turn you inside out.

Frien wid you, low-life! hell, no!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! I's figgerin to break yo' bones
Yes sir, one by one.

An' then I's goin' to carve you up an' hang you in de sun.
I'll feed yo' meat to buzzards an' give'em belly aches.
An' take yo' bones to Kittiwah to pizen rattlesnakes,

Frien's wid you, low-life?
I fears I must decline!
I sooner cut my own throat 'fore I call you a friend of mine!