Well you can sit on my handlebar, I'll take ya for a ride when you get off, you'll be satisfied Chorus Won't ya ride my bike (Ride my bike) Take a ride on my bike (Ride my bike) Won't ya ride my bike babe, I'll take ya anywhere ya like I got a sissy bar and a banana seat, even got some pegs where you can rest your feet Chorus You can honk my horn, mama, ring my bell Let's play a little game of show and tell Chorus I ain't cajoling, I ain't trying to coax ya You got me doing circles like the cards in my spokes, so Chorus You turn me on like a dynamo light Let the whole world see as we go riding at night Chorus This ain’t no rusty ol’ Raleigh, ain’t no flyin’ pidgeon we’ll go cruisin’ in style on my ‘62 Schwinn Chorus When I left this morning, I said I's coming back Now I find another bike shackled to your rack What's wrong with my bike? (Ride my bike) You used to ride my bike (Ride my bike) come back and ride my bike, I'll take ya anywhere ya like

I know a triflin’ man, They call him Triflin’ Sam, He lives in Birmingham, Way down in Alabam. The other night He had a fight with a gal named Mandy Brymm, She plainly stated she was aggravated And she shouted out to him: Aggravatin' Papa, don't you try to two-time me! I said, don't two-time me! Aggravatin' Papa, treat me kind or let me be, I mean, just let me be! Listen while I get you told, Stop messin' round, sweet jellyroll. If you step out with an up-town baby, I'll smack you down, and I don't mean maybe! Aggravatin' Papa, I'll do anything you say, Anything you say, But when you go struttin', do your struttin’ round my way! So Papa ,just treat me pretty, be nice and sweet! I got a forty-four that don't repeat, Aggravatin' Papa, don't you try to two-time me! Now I don’t mean to scold, But I must get you told, Keep flirtin’ round so bold, You’ll see my love grow cold. Don’t care who she is, Or what she does, Ain’t a gal in this here town, That can make holla like yer own sweet mama So you’d better throw ‘em down Aggravatin' Papa, don't you try to two-time me! I said, don't two-time me! Aggravatin' Papa, treat me kind or let me be, I mean, just let me be! Listen while, I'll get you told, Stop messin' round, sweet jellyroll. If you step out with an up-town baby, I'll smack you down, and I don't mean maybe! Aggravatin' Papa, I'll do anything you say, Anything you say, But when you go struttin', do your struttin’ round my way! So Papa ,just treat me pretty, be nice and sweet! I got a forty-four that don't repeat, Aggravatin' Papa, don't you try to two-time me Now papa, once you were steady ,once you were true, But now sweet mama can’t depend on you Aggravatin’ Papa, don't you try to two-time me!

Down in Lincoln, at the Capital seat There's a man who you oughta meet He's always under attack, But Ernie fights back A man of the people, he makes it known In no one's pocket, he just goes it alone Always under attack Ernie fights back You'll never see him in a suit and tie Because he works too hard, and that's the reason why He’s always under attack But Ernie fights back Without a party, he's nobody's fool Won't ride the elephant, or the mule Always under attack Ernie fights back The only one, out of the forty-nine Who knows just how to speak his mind He’s always under attack But Ernie fights back And when the bill goes up for debate, He holds his own against the forty eight Always under attack Ernie fights back His constituents, they know just who will tell “the man” who he can sock it to He’s always under attack But Ernie fights back Defends the downtrodden, huddled masses He won't bow down to kiss their pasty white (whistles) Always under attack Ernie fights back To make his points he quotes their “bibble” While slack jawed hicks just sit there and dribble Always under attack Ernie fights back A thorn in the side for high society, he'll even bring suit against god almighty Always under attack Ernie fights back He's a man of conviction, a man of his word A spokesman for the folks who never get heard He’s always under attack But Ernie, Ernie, Ernie fights back

Two German officers crossed the Rhine, parlez-vous, Two German officers crossed the Rhine, parlez-vous, Two German officers crossed the Rhine, To kiss the women and drink the wine, Hinky Dinky, parlez-vous. "Farmer, have you a daughter fair, parlez-vous, Farmer, have you a daughter fair, parlez-vous, Farmer, have you a daughter fair Who can wash a soldier's underwear, Hinky Dinky, parlez-vous. Mademoiselle d’Armentieres, parlez-vous, Mademoiselle d’Armentieres, parlez-vous Mademoiselle d’Armentieres She ain't even heard about underwear, Hinky Dinky, parlez-vous Mademoiselle d’Armentieres, parlez-vous, Mademoiselle d’Armentieres, parlez-vous, If you don’t wash your underwear You’re never gonna get La Croix de Guerre, Hinky Dinky, parlez-vous. Many and many a married man, parlez-vous, Many and many a married man, parlez-vous, Many and many a married man Wanna go back to France again, Hinky Dinky, parlez-vous. The little marine fell in love with his nurse, parlez-vous. The little marine fell in love with his nurse, parlez-vous The little marine fell in love with his nurse, He's taken her now for better or worse, Hinky Dinky, parlez-vous. Mademoiselle all dressed in white, parlez-vous Mademoiselle all dressed in blue, parlez-vous, Mademoiselle all dressed in black, 'Cause her little marine he never came back, Hinky Dinky, parlez-vous. You might forget the gas and the shells, parlez-vous, You might forget the gas and the shells, parlez-vous, You might forget the gas and the shells, You'll never forget your mademoiselle, Hinky Dinky, parlez-vous.

Hurry up, babe, you slept too late, this mornin’ Hurry up, babe, you slept too late, this evenin’ Hurry up, babe, you slept too late The crawdad man went past your gate This mornin’, this evenin’, so soon You get a line, I'll get a pole, honey You get a line, I'll get a pole, baby You get a line, I'll get a pole We'll go down to the crawdad hole Honey, baby, mine Sittin’ on the bank ‘til my feet get cold, honey Sittin’ on the bank ‘til my feet get cold, Baby Sittin’ on the bank ‘til my feet get cold, Starin’ down that crawdad hole Honey, baby, mine Yonder come a man with a sack on his back, honey Yonder come a man with a sack on his back, baby Yonder come a man with a sack on his back He’s totin’ all the crawdads he can pack Honey, baby, mine The man fell down and bust his sack, honey The man fell down and bust his sack, baby The man fell down and bust his sack Shoulda seen them crawdads crawling back Honey, baby, mine Whatcha gonna do when the lake runs dry, honey Whatcha gonna do when the lake runs dry, baby Whatcha gonna do when the lake runs dry Sit on the bank, watch the crawdads die Honey, baby, mine What did the hen duck say to the drake, honey What did the hen duck say to the drake, baby What did the hen duck say to the drake “Ain't no crawdads in that lake” Honey, baby, mine

Chicago undercover, wrote me a hefty fine when they caught me lightnin' up, 'neath a nonsmoking sign but the toughest police force, the worst cops I ever did see were them redneck pigs, way down south, down in Memphis, TN Chorus Memphis Police, Memphis Police When will this brutality cease, Once yer caught you don't get released By the Memphis Police, they’re disturbin' our peace Got the NYPD blues, when I was traveling there Don't toke up, whatever you do, when you're chillin' in Washington Square The cops act tough, but fair enough, the judge gave a slap on the wrist In retrospect compared to these rednecks, its a place that I sure have missed Chorus I was locked up in San Quentin, and at Folsom I did my time Got stuck in Lodi, CA, tryin' to make a dime Lived in tent city, under Maricopa Sheriff Joe Still I'm tellin' you people that Shelby County ain't a place you ever wanna go Chorus

My glass was on empty, I reached for my jug Looked down as I poured and I noticed a bug Fly whiskey, fly whiskey Now you're something new Fly whiskey, fly whiskey Don't know what to do There's a fly in my whiskey And it's still alive If I drink up this whiskey The fly won't survive Fly whiskey, fly whiskey You swim in my cup Fly whiskey, fly whiskey Let's both get fucked up I picked up my glass For to take a drink That bug jumped upon me 'Twas no fly, I think Fly whiskey, fly whiskey Is that what you are Without any wings I doubt you'll fly far I looked at the critter That landed on me Examined it closer I think it's a flea Flea whiskey, flea whiskey He's drinking for free My blood or my whiskey The next rounds on me

St Louis Blues WC Handy I hate to see that evening sun go down I hate to see that evening sun go down it makes me feel like I’m on my last go-round If I feel tomorrow like I feel today Feelin’ tomorrow, like I feel today I’ll pack my trunk and make my get away St Louis woman with her diamond ring pulls her man around by her apron string T’weren’t for powder, and for store bought hair That man of mine wouldn’t have gone no where, no where I got the St Louis Blues just as blue as I can be That man’s got a heart like a rock cast in the sea Or else she wouldn’t have gone so far from me I love that man like a schoolboy loves his pie like a Kentucky Colonel loves his mint and rye I’ll love my baby till the day I die