The Twelves - Remastered
Says I want everybody, fall in line
Shake your shimmy, like I'm shaking mine
You shake your shimmy, shake it fast
If you can't shake your shimmy, shake your yas yas yas
'Cause you's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater,
Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
Says I'm with your mama, out across the field
Slipping and a‑sliding, just like an automobile
I hollered at your mama, I told her to wait
She slipped away from me, just like a Cadillac Eight
'Cause she's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater,
Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
Say I like your mama, sister too
I did like your papa, but your papa wouldn't do
I met your papa, around the corner the other day
I soon found out, that he was funny that a‑way
'Cause he's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater,
Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
Says I went out yonder, New Orleans
The wildcat jumped, on the sewing machine
The sewing machine, sewed so fast
Sewed ninety‑nine stitches, up his yas yas yas
'Cause he's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater
Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
Says God made Adam, made him stout
He wasn't satisfied, until he made him a snout
He made him a snout, 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, then he made his yas yas yas
He made his yas yas yas, so he couldn't get a trick
He wasn't satisfied, until he made him sick
He made him sick, and then made him well
You know by that, the big boy's coughing in hell
'Cause you's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater,
Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
Shake your shimmy, like I'm shaking mine
You shake your shimmy, shake it fast
If you can't shake your shimmy, shake your yas yas yas
'Cause you's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater,
Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
Says I'm with your mama, out across the field
Slipping and a‑sliding, just like an automobile
I hollered at your mama, I told her to wait
She slipped away from me, just like a Cadillac Eight
'Cause she's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater,
Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
Say I like your mama, sister too
I did like your papa, but your papa wouldn't do
I met your papa, around the corner the other day
I soon found out, that he was funny that a‑way
'Cause he's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater,
Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
Says I went out yonder, New Orleans
The wildcat jumped, on the sewing machine
The sewing machine, sewed so fast
Sewed ninety‑nine stitches, up his yas yas yas
'Cause he's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater
Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
Says God made Adam, made him stout
He wasn't satisfied, until he made him a snout
He made him a snout, 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, then he made his yas yas yas
He made his yas yas yas, so he couldn't get a trick
He wasn't satisfied, until he made him sick
He made him sick, and then made him well
You know by that, the big boy's coughing in hell
'Cause you's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater,
Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
Credits
Writer(s): Arnold Kokomo
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