I’m not going outside to play.

Kerfuffle,kerfuffle,I feel very ruffled
The dog’s in the manger today
Kerfuffle,my duffel,my thoughts are  still muffled
I don’t know what I  ought to say.

Carfuffle is Scots and  it stifles my hots
The dog has gone out for its pay
My man bought a gun and I heard a loud shot
I ‘m not going outside to play.

Commotion,demotion I hate all  emotion
I’m as cold as an iceberg  depraved.
My man is a liar,the church lost its spire
Now we must have  false delays/

What a word is  to me, it may not  be to thee.
That’s all I wanted to say.
I’ll go to the city and find what I see
Then somebody else must  make pay