SATURDAY NIGHT FISH FRY


Now if you've ever been down to new orleans
Then you can understand just what i mean
All thru the week it's quiet as a mouse
But on saturday night they go from house to house
You don't have to pay the usual admission
If you're a cook, a waiter or a good musician
So if you happen to be just passin' by
Stop in at the saturday night fish fry

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'till the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'till the break of dawn

Now my buddy and me was on the main stem
Foolin' around just me and him
We decided we could use a little something to eat
So we went to a house on rampart street
We knocked on the door and it opened up with ease
And a lush little miss said, "come in, please"
And before we could even bat an eye
We were right in the middle of a big fish fry

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'till the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'till the break of dawn

Now the folks was havin' the time of their life
And sam was jivin' jimmie's wife
Over in the corner was a beat up grand
Being played by a big fat piano man
Some of the chicks wore expensive frocks
Some of them had on bobbie socks
But everybody was nice and high
At this particular saturday night fish fry

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'till the break of dawn
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin'
And shufflin' 'till the break of dawn

Now the women were screamin' and jumpin' and yellin'

SOMEBODY DONE HOODOOED THE HOODOO MAN


Hey, clowns, have you dug the latest jive on the
surfar?
No, man!
Well they got him.
They got who?
You know, that man that's been cooking up that jive,
selling it to these folks 'round town,
makin 'em have them funny dreams.
You mean the hoodoo man?
Yeah!
Oh no, that cat thought he was just too grand!
Well gay, somebody done hoodoo'd the hoodoo man
Smack me down with the story gay

Ol' Joe Hannah from Lousiana,
A hoodoo king in every manner
But i found out with out a doubt,
The tables had turned on him

He ain't got a tooth in his head,
Poor Ol' Joe is almost dead
Somebody done hoodoo'd the hoodoo man

10, 10, double 10, 45, 15,
Joe cant drink no gin
Ain't nothing go over the devil's back
that don't buckle under his chin

His face looks just like gravel sand
And everybody's got Joe on the pan
Somebody done hoodoo'd the hoodoo man

Somebody done cooked up some stuff in a pot,
Not too cold and not to hot
They dropped a few drops in Joe's beef stew
Now he's blowing his top, he don't know what to do

They don't know who did it
They can't find out
But he's done hoodoo'd his last hoodoo without a doubt

Somebody done hoodoo'd --
Done hoodoo'd the hoodoo man

YOU RUN YOUR MOUTH AND I'LL RUN MY BUSINESS


You catch me beatin' up your chops?
I ought to turn you over to the cops,
But dig this spiel I'm going to lay on you, gate,
Don't cop your broom, park the body and wait.

You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother,
You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother,
You tell everybody I'm busted,
You talk so much you got me disgusted.
But you run your mouth and I'll run my business,
brother.

You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother,
You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother,
You start in tellin' me you're my pal,
And end up tellin' me how to handle my gal,
You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother.

You run your juicy mouth and I'll run my business,
brother,
Just run your juicy mouth and I'll run my business,
brother,
You always tellin' me what to do,
Sayin', "I wouldn't do that if I was you!"
You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother.

Just clap your liver lips and I'll run my business,
brother,
Clap your liver lips and I'll run my business, brother,
If I'd followed your advice on how to make dough,
I'd been in the jailhouse long ago.
You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother.

Do you dig me, Jack?

AIN'T NOBODY HERE BUT US CHICKENS


One night farmer Brown
Was takin' in air,
Locked up the barnyard
With the greatest of care
Out in the henhouse
Somethin' stirred
When he hollered "Who's there?"
This is what he heard:
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself,
And stop your fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
We chickens tryin' to sleep,
And you bust in
And hobble, hobble hobble hobble
With your chin
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
You're stompin' around
And shakin' the ground,
You're kickin' up an awful fuss
We chicken's tryin' to sleep
And you bust in
And hobble, hobble hobble hobble
It's a sin!

Tomorrow
Is a busy day
We got things to do
We got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig
And worms to scratch
It takes a lot of settin'
Gettin' chicks to hatch
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself,
And stop that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun,
The other way
And hobble, hobble hobble off and
Hit the hay
INSTRUMENTAL
Tomorrow
Is a busy day
We got things to do
We got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig
And worms to scratch
It takes a lot of settin'
Gettin' chicks to hatch
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself,
And stop that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun,
The other way
And hobble, hobble hobble off and
Hit the hay
SHOUTED:
Hey Daddy!
What do ya say?
It's easy pickens,
Ain't nobody here but us chickens