WILD ABOUT MY LOVING
(Trad/Joyce/McGann & others)

1)Listen here, people, 'bout to sing a song
Going to St Louis, won't be long
I'm wild about my loving, like to have my fun
If you wanna be a girl of mine*
Bring it with you when you come

2)Sergeant Jones, Chief of Police
Women round here don't give me no peace
'Cause I'm wild…

3)Well, hello, Central, what's the matter with the line
I wanna talk to that high brown of mine
I'm wild…

4)I ain't no iceman, no iceman's son
But I'll keep you cool till the ice man come
'Cause I'm wild…

5)I ain't no fireman, no fireman's son
But I'll keep you warm till the fireman come**
'Cause I'm wild…

6) Don't want no sugar in my tea
'Cause the girl I love is sweet enough for me
I'm wild…

7)I ain't no boxer, no boxer's son
Go ten rounds in the bedroom till the boxer come
'Cause I'm wild about…

8)I'm no insurance agent, just an insurance agent's son
But if you want a big endowment I can show you one
'Cause I'm wild about my loving…

(* On various versions I hear "my taste" or "my dream" here.
Verses 1-3 Memphis Jug Band, verses 4-7 Levee Breakers/ Mac McGann, verse 8 RtS (partly autobiographical, partly groundless braggadocio).
** Steve Benbow's Protégé offers an alternative to verse 5 line 2: "I'll stoke your boiler till the fireman come")

Thanks to SBP and Mac McGann for transcription.


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