FAN IT (Take B)
From "Frankie 'Half-Pint' Jackson Vol. 1 1926-1929" (Document Records, DOCD-5258, 2005)

[Spoken:] Ah, run it to me an' crush me! Don't bruise me! Hot mama!

Now, if this song's too hot, cool it if you can.
Go out and buy yourself a five-cent fan
And fan it; oh, and fan it.
You got to fan it and cool it, honey, till the cows come home.

Just met myself a good gal, and her name is Sue.
She says, "To make me love you, honey, tell you what to do:
You've got to fan it; I mean, fan it.
You got to fan it and cool it, honey, till the cows come home."

I loves my sugar baby 'cause she never balks.
When she starts to struttin' her stuff, you can hear her squawk.
Ah, fan it, ..., fan it.
Why, he fanned it and cooled it, till the cows come home.

Now my mama's in the kitchen; just heard the back door slam.
Come on out o' that kitchen honey; quit that scorchin' that ham
And let's fan it; I want to fan it.
Aw, fan it an' cool it, honey, till the cows come home.

I did six months in jail, my back to the wall.
Fannin' that thing was the cause of it all.
Oh, I—, I mean I—.
I fanned it and cooled it, till the cows come home.

Uncle Ned's been fannin' it since the age of six.
He fanned it so much, he's in an awful fix.
From—, I mean—.
Why, he fanned it and cooled it till the cows come home.

If your good man steps out, stays from you all night long,
Make him fan it till he sings this song.
I mean, fan it; just fan it.
Make him fan it and cool it till the cows come home.

You got to boot it, cool it, let the good work go on.
Fan that thing till the cows come home.
I mean, fan it; I want you to fan it.
You got to fan it and cool it till the cows come home