1. |
Ride My Bike
04:14
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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
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2. |
Aggravatin' Papa
05:54
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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!
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3. |
Ernie Fights Back
04:00
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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
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4. |
Parlez Vous
05:30
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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.
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5. |
Crawdad Hole
05:26
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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
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6. |
Memphis Police
02:55
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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
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7. |
Fly Whiskey
02:54
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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
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8. |
St. Louis Blues
08:54
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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
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