Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freddie Freeloader, artist - Emilie-Claire Barlow. Album song Happyfeet, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 06.03.2003
Record label: Empress
Song language: English
Freddie Freeloader |
There’s this cat |
His name is freddie |
This cat’s a bartender |
Well known by anyone hip |
And he can mix the kind of drinks |
That you won’t forget |
One sip and you’ll flip |
And for chasers |
Freddie’s got some stuff for hip lips |
Groovy stuff for your cup |
Let the flow go |
Get down and drink it up |
I swear he made it up himself |
And it’ll hypnotize an elf |
Them drinks that freddie mix |
Ain’t no ail that they won’t fix |
For each emotion |
Freddie got a potion |
He’s known to have you toxified |
Before you know you’re even dry |
Just mention his name |
All the cats know freddie |
He serves one |
So freddie deserves one |
Cause tendin' bar the way that freddie does |
He tends to unnerve one |
So all day |
He juices all day, freddie |
But all that bread |
Don’t reach the till |
Though i 'ain't sayin' freddie stealin' |
If you know him at all |
Then it’s a cinch that you know he will |
Ever-ready freddie |
With a paw so steady |
I seen him sink one drink |
Before the next half was ready |
He’s got a style that’s all i know |
Freddie’s on time the juice is on tap |
It’s all his own |
The one to meet is freddie |
He’ll make your drink, he’s ready |
Go see fred, you know where |
He’s your man, he’ll be there |
With shooters and bottles |
He’d love to get you drunk |
And you all know fred 'cause you need him |
You sure would love to meet him |
Straight flyin' he’s steady |
Freddie’s got your substance |
Free dues, free booze |
That’s freddie |
He isn’t good looking |
Yet handsome |
You want some credit? |
He can spare some |
'cause serving drinks is what he does |
Groovier than most men |
He’s readyin' them up in case you come in |
'cause freddie really loves that thing called be-bop |
Let the cats drink every drop |
While he digs on it nonstop |
Cause cats have no doubt that he’s fine |
Your throat’s dry |
Knowing that that’s the place |
That freddie gets down and gets ya high |
Without ever worryin' 'bout payment |
Freddie has a handle on |
All the things about this place |
So you never have to even think about it |
Just have him hold on to some drinks and |
Your tab’s all paid |
Let the good times roll |
And pour me anoher drink as a toast to old freddie |
The cat that’s hip and where it was |
And where it’s at |
He used to be such a solid old fella of the church |
He used to be so good boy |
He had his religion |
But now as the devil’s moved in and had his way |
You’ll find that he can be tempted |
With even the tiniest smidgen |
So drink up all this style |
Have a breakdown when he’s around |
And now my cat’s you know that |
He’ll fix somethin' up for you |
Soon as he gets back around the bar |
It’s such a brew |
You need another one to help you see it through |
I heard him say that |
Speakin' of fred he’s got the |
Ugly kind of face |
That only a mom could love |
And i know |
Freddie don’t play that |
The one to meet is freddie |
He’ll make your drink he’s ready |
Go see fred, you know where |
He’s my man he’ll be there |
With shooters, and bottles |
He’d love to get you drunk |
And you all know fred 'cause you need him |
You sure would love to meet him |
Straight flyin' he’s steady |
Freddie’s got your substance |
Free booze, free blues |
That’s freddie |
Free booze, free dues |
That’s freddie |
Free dues, free blues |
That’s fred |