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YASS, YASS, YASS (Blind Blake) SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer SOURCE'S SOURCE: Michael Cooney (1988 Old Songs Festival) COMMENTS: A Blind Blake song, so say Michael C. and Dick G. I also have Clarence Johnson doing a much blander version ("Copulating Rhythm, V2" xxx Records xxxx) E G# C#7 F# E B<" B6<" E But it didn't lay nothin' but its yass, yass, yass Mama bought a rooster, took it for a duck Set it on the table with its feet stickin' up Along came the children with a spoon and a glass Went to stirrin' up the gravy from its yass, yass, yass "Mama, mama, come look at sis Out in the backyard and dancin' like this" "Sister, sister, you come in here fast And quit that shakin' of your yass, yass, yass" She said, "Mama, all the young folks are doin' it these days, and the old folks too The young folks tellin' the old folks just what to do First you shake your shoulder and you shake it real fast And if you can't shake your shoulder shake your yass, yass, yass Way up yonder on a mountain peak A bullfrog dipped his tail in a hot pan of grease He said, "Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, would you kindly let me pass I'm a-slippin' and a-slidin' on my yass, yass, yass Way out in Texas, in Abilene A tomcat sat on a sewin' machine Well that sewin' machine, you know it sewed so fast It sewed ninety-nine stitches in his yass, yass, yass "Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirrin', not even a mouse Out by the chimney I thought I heard somethin' pass It was Santa Claus skiddin' on his yass, yass, yass @bawdy filename[ YASSYASS RPf |
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