SMACK THAT THING
As recorded by Walter Coleman, 1936.

Now I wake up in the mornin', girls, feelin' sad.
You know I wants somethin' that I ain't never had.

CHORUS: You want to smack that thing; you want to smack that thing.
You want to smack that thing, mama; I ain't got a thing to give 'way.

I went to to my gal's house the other day and I didn't go to stay.
I got to smackin' that thing and I stayed all day.

Now it's pull down your window shade and close up your blin'.
It's keep the next-door neighbors from hearin' you whine.

I got a brass bed, mama, shine like the mornin' star.
I want to rock you in it ? like a Cadillac car.

I warn you, sweet mama; I'm gonna get you tol':
You ain't the onliest woman in the worl' ? your jelly roll.

The first time I met you stan'in' in my back do',
I tol' you ? actually quit walkin' no mo'.

Now the girls don't like me 'cause I'm young an' wild.
I can't he'p it, girls; I'm my mama's baby child.

Now you green cabin girls, you needn't flirt.
You got flyspecks on your underskirt.