Stir the Pot

You know every towns got one
The woman who knows it all
Always got a done-up-updo
Stands 'bout 5 feet tall

We call her betty to her face
But not behind her back
She's a BIT too much
Or something like that

She'll start a little whisper, gets it blowin' up the block
Got a gossip garden growing in the baptist parking lot
She's gonna judge you if you smoke it
And she just might call the cops
That woman she can't cook, but she can really stir the pot

She don't lift a finger
But she sure knows how to point one
She's spilling all your secrets
At her standing hair appointment

No she ain't ever invited
But then that casserole walks in
When she starts blessing hearts and playing cards
You ain't ever gonna win

She'll start a little whisper, gets it blowin' up the block
Got a gossip garden growing in the baptist parking lot
She's gonna judge you if you smoke it
And she just might call the cops
That woman she can't cook, but she can really stir the pot

Poor thing, don't know no better
But we're all just like whatever
The Lord loves her anyway
We all show her some grace

When she starts a little whisper, gets it blowin' up the block
Got a gossip garden growing in the baptist parking lot
She's gonna judge you if you smoke it
And she just might call the cops
That woman she can cook, but she can really stir the pot
Yeah, she sure can cook, but she can really stir the pot