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 a cup and a glass To catch the licker from the yas-yas-yas
Babe oh babe, have you ever been to Spain These old voodoo wimmen shakin' their thing They got rings on their fingers, bells on their toes What they got, baby, nobody knows
I'm goin' down, Market Street Where the men and wimmen all do meet That's where the men do the Georgia Rub The wimmen fall in line with a big white tub
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 'r 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 goin' 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 get your cars oiled and greased Wimmen cryin' "Honey won't you come in please"
I'm goin' to sing this verse, ain't gonna sing no mo' Somebody's knockin' on my do' The people upstairs have gone to bed I better stop that noise 'fore they crash my head
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Babe oh babe, have you ever been to Spain These old voodoo wimmen shakin' their thing They got rings on their fingers, bells on their toes What they got, baby, nobody knows
I'm goin' down, Market Street Where the men and wimmen all do meet That's where the men do the Georgia Rub The wimmen fall in line with a big white tub
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 'r 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 goin' 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 get your cars oiled and greased Wimmen cryin' "Honey won't you come in please"
I'm goin' to sing this verse, ain't gonna sing no mo' Somebody's knockin' on my do' The people upstairs have gone to bed I better stop that noise 'fore they crash my head
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