paroles de chanson The twelves - Kokomo Arnold
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!
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