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THE DUCK YAS-YAS-YAS
By Tampa Red and Georgia Tom Dorsey
Mama bought a rooster, she thought it was a duck.
She brought him to the table with his legs straight up.
In came the children with the cup and a glass,
To catch the liquor from his yas yas yas.
Babe, oh, babe, have you ever been to Spain?
See those hoodoo women, shakin' that thing.
They got rings on their fingers, bells on their toes.
What they've got good, babe, nobody knows.
I'm goin' down Market Street,
Where the men and women all do meet.
That's where the men do the Georgia Rub,
Women fall in line with a big washtub.
Me and my gal walkin' down the street.
She caught the rheumatism in her feet.
She stooped over to pick some grass,
And the same thing struck her in the yas yas yas.
You catch the train you call Forty-Nine,
Carries you down to Caroline.
You catch the train you call Forty-Eight,
Takes you right in to the Golden Gate.
You shake your shoulders, you shake 'em fast.
You can't shake your shoulders, shake your yas yas yas.
Drink some rooster soup before going to bed.
Wake up in the mornin', find your own self dead.
Down on Morgan there's a good location,
Right there next to a gasoline station.
That's where you'll get your car's oil and grease.
Women cryin', "Honey, won't you come in, please."
I'm gonna sing this verse, ain't gonna sing no more.
Somebody's knockin' on my door.
The people upstairs have gone to bed.
I'd better stop that noise 'fore they crack my head.
[Black blues singer-songwriter "Georgia Tom" Dorsey (1899-1993) later got religion and, as Rev. Thomas A. Dorsey, wrote several classic gospel songs, notably "Take My Hand, Precious Lord" and "Peace in the Valley". Not to be confused with the white trombonist-bandleader Tommy Dorsey (1905-56).]