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2. | What Goes Around (Comes Around) |
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4. | Chippy, Chippy |
5. | Croker Courtbullion |
6. | Mardi Gras Day |
7. | Angola Anthem |
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Sky full of moon
The night owl was born
Gabriel was blowin'
On a little foghorn
The prince in his own bed?
Going vulture culture
Walking with the queen
To a hoodoo dream
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Don't you know you want to holler
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Know you're going down on a dollar
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Don't you know you want to holler
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Why you want to holler when you know you want to swallow
The Loop Garoo
Goin' down to junk anew?
The Loop Garoo
I'm goin' put my hook to you
That bayou water
Running through my vein
Pot lentils burning
Holes in my brain
Coming back home
To the oyster bays
Didn't leave nothing behind
But some old crawfish heads
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Don't you know you want to holler
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Don't you know you're going down on a dollar
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Don't you know you want to holler
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
But you want to holler when you know you want to swallow
Loop Garoo
Goin down to junk anew?
Loop Garoo
Goin' put my hook to you
Mind keep on keeping on
And a-rolling on
West wind be blowing my sail
Down on Bayou Pompom?
See the green grass growing
Down by my liquor still
Ain't seen nothing like a greenback
On a dollar bill
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
You know I'm going down on a dollar
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Don't you know that I want to holler
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
I'm goin' down there for a dollar
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Wonder why you want to holler, no, then you want to swallow
Loop Garoo
Goin' put my hook on you
Checking out Loop Garoo
Goin down to junk anew?
Loop Garoo
Goin down to junk anew?
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What Goes Around (Comes Around) |
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Wash woman,
I know you're tired
Of taking in clothes
A dollar three-eighty a day
Know your back is hurtin'
And that's for certain
Been bendin' over half of the day.
You're beatin' clothes on a washtub
Scrub 'em in an iron tub.
Long as we keep on singin' this song
I know you won't mind workin'
All night long ...
I know you rub-a-dubba-dubba,
Mama, bust them suds
(Scrub, Mama scrub)
Again you rub-a-dubba-dubba,
Mama, bust them suds
(Scrub, Mama scrub)
'kay now, mama
You gonna never play
For the livin' in '44
Ain't gonna come a rainy day.
Keep on working
Keep those shirts and drawers
a-jerking
As long as we keep on rolling on
You won't mind doing it all night long
You got to rub-a-dubba-dubba,
Mama, bust them suds
(Scrub, Mama scrub)
Hey now, you gotta rub-a-dubba-dubba,
Mama, bust them suds
Scrub, Mama scrub
(Spoken:
If you stop playin' them numbers,
I tell you up front
You may be able to save the whole family
At the rate the things you're doin' is goin'
We may all be out on the street come morning)
I tell you, Mama
Your dreams won't help at all
You might lose your mind in alcohol
And that ain't gonna get it a't'all.
Listen at me, Mama
Please hear my song
Long as you keep bustin' suds
I tell you gonna get it on and on
Hey now can you rub-a-dubba-dubba,
Mama, bust them suds
(Scrub, Mama scrub)
Hey now won't you rub-a-dubba-dubba,
Mama, bust them suds
(Scrub, Mama scrub)
(Fadeout)
Hey now you got a rub it
And then you dub it down
Can you dig it?
After you rub it a while
You dub it in the tub down there
With that soapy water
All over them dirty clothes.
You're gonna need Tide for the action
You see them come out of the washing machine...
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