Lyrics Loud Speakin' Papa - Ethel Waters

Lucy Lee from Tennessee,
Went and bought a radio set;
She also had a household pet,
The loudest-speakin′ papa I've heard yet;
He talked tough, acted rough,
And he strutted terribly proud,
He′d rave and shout out loud;
He always sounded like a crowd;
One night he bawled her out about her radio,
This made Miss Lucy angry and she told him so.
She said:
Loud-speakin' papa, you better speak easy to me;
Someday you'll shout and then no doubt,
I′m gonna turn your dial and tune you out,
′Cause I don't have to listen to your noise and din.
There′s plenty other stations I can tune right in,
So loud-speakin' papa, you better speak easy to me!
Get what I′m saying:
You better speak easy to me!
You listening now to station WIFE,
Your mama is announcin', listen carefully:
If you get mama angry, as sure as you′re born,
I'm gonna twist your aerial, and bust your horn;
I don't like your broadcastin′ anyhow,
Your program′s gettin' stale; it′s full of static now;
You know your mama's got an awful powerful set,
And there ain′t nothin' nowhere that I can′t get!
So loud-speakin' papa, you'd better speak easy to me!
Someday you′ll shout and then no doubt,
I′m gonna turn your dial and tune you out,
I've got a strong suspicion that you cannot last,
′Cause you're wearin′ out your storage batteries mighty fast,
So loud-speakin' papa, you′d better speak easy to me,
Pipe down, sailor! you'd better speak easy to me!