Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ballin? The Jack, artist - Eddie Condon. Date of issue: 27.02.2005
Song language: English
Ballin? The Jack |
| Got an invitation to visit Manhattan |
| With my highfalutin' kin |
| Sent off to the catalog to get some clothes |
| Felt so stylish from my head to my toes |
| Seen all the sights and I even did some flirtin' |
| I was doin' alright till my feet started hurtin' |
| So I kicked off my shoes when I thought they couldn’t see |
| But they must have, 'cos this is what they all said to me |
| Put your shoes on, Lucy, don’t you know you’re in the city |
| Put your shoes on, Lucy, it’s really such a pity |
| That Lucy can’t go barefoot wherever she goes |
| 'Cause she loves to feel the wiggle of her toes |
| Put your shoes on Lucy 'cause you’re here in old New York |
| You’ll get by alrighty if you let 'em hear you talk |
| All the city slickers love that southern drawl |
| So give 'em that «Honey chile"and «Hi, y’all» |
| Lucy, let the good things happen |
| Lucy, won’t you stop that gapin' |
| How you act will be the death of me |
| Don’t they have skyscrapers down in Tennessee |
| Put your shoes on, Lucy, even though they kinda pinch |
| Stop baulkin', you gotta do some walkin', it’s a cinch |
| Use your party manners, you’ll need them and how |
| Put your shoes on Lucy, you’re a big girl now |