paroles de chanson The Dirty Dozen - Scrapper Blackwell , Leroy Carr

Now, I want all you women to fall in line
Shake your shimmy like I'm shaking mine
You shake your shimmy, you shake it fast
You can't shake your shimmy, shake your yas yas yas

Now you's a dirty mistreater, a robber and a cheater
I slip you in the dozen, your pappy is your cousin
Your mama do the Lordy-Lord

Yonder go your mama out across the field
Running and a slippin' like an automobile
I hollered at your mama and I told her to wait
She slipped away from me like a Cadillac Eight

Now she's a running mistreater, a robber and a cheater
I slip you in the dozen, your pappy is your cousin,
Your mama do the Lordy-Lord

I like your mama, your sister too
I did like your papa, but your papa wouldn't do
I met your papa on the corner the other day
I soon found out he was funny that way

So now he's a funny mistreater, robber and a cheater
I slip you in the dozen, your papa is your cousin
Your mama do the Lordy-Lord

God made an elephant he made him stout
He wasn't satisfied until he made him a snout
Made him a snout just as long as a rail
He wasn't satisfied until he made him a tail
He made his tail to fan the flies
He wasn't satisfied until he made him some eyes
He made him some eyes to look over the grass
Wasn't satisfied until he made his yas yas yas
Made his yas yas yas and didn't get it fixed
Wasn't satisfied until it made him sick
It made him sick and then it made him well
You know by that the elephant caught hell

Now he's a dirty mistreater, robber and a cheater
I slip you in the dozen, your pappy is your cousin
Your mama do the Lordy-Lord