29 Sep 98 - 03:51 AM (#39853)
Subject: RE: Lyr req: Dirty Dozen
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Here is Kokomo Arnold's 1935 version of the song.
Brian
Kokomo Arnold. The Twelves (Dirty Dozens)
Says I want everybody, fall in line.
Shake your shimmy like I'm shaking mine.
If you can't shake your shimmy, shake it fast.
If you can't shake your shimmy, shake your yas, yas, yas.
`Cause you're a dirty mistreater, a robber and a cheater,
Slip you into the dozen, papa's ruined your cousin,
And lets your mama doopididy all day long.
Says yonder go your mama, hurryin' across the field.
Slippin' and a-slidin' just like a automobile.
I hollered at your mama, I told her now to wait.
She slipped away from me like a Cadillac Eight.
`Cause she's a runnin' mistreater, a robber and a cheater,
Slip you into the dozen, papa's ruined your cousin,
And lets your mama doopididy all day long.
(Aw ride it, Mr Kokomo, now get on it boys. Ride it.)
Said away down yonder, New Orleans.
The wildcat jumped on the sewin' machine.
Sewin' machine sewed so fast.
Sewed ninety-nine stitches up his yas, yas, yas.
`Cause he's a dirty mistreater, a robber and a cheater,
Slip you into the dozen, papa's ruined your cousin,
And lets your mama doopididy all day long.
(Aw, play it Jackson. Now get on it. Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha.)
Says God made the elephant, made him stout.
He wasn't satisfied until he made him a stout.
He made him a stout just as long as a rail.
He wasn't satisfied until he made him a tail.
He made him a tail just to fan the flies.
He wasn't satisfied until he made him some eyes.
He made him some eyes just to look on the grass.
He wasn't satisfied until he made his yas yas yas.
He made his yas yas yas, and he didn't get it fixed.
He wasn't satisfied until he made him sick.
He made him sick but he didn't get him well.
You know by that the big boy's courtin' in Hell.
`Cause he's a dirty mistreater, a robber and a cheater,
Slip you into the dozen, papa's ruined your cousin,
And lets your mama doopididy all day long.
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