| I’m gonna tell you, folks, all about
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| A certain red-hot gal;
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| She runs an institute in the South
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| For all her polar pals;
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| She teaches papas who treat her cool,
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| They’re always hot when they leave her school;
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| But she’s got a secret she won’t let out,
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| But I just heard her shout:
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| Refrigeratin' papa, Mama’s gonna make you hot,
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| Yes, make you hot!
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| Refrigeratin' papa, heat is something you ain’t got,
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| No, you ain’t got!
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| A red-hot papa’s nice and warm,
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| But cold ones don’t run true to form;
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| I always make a papa what he’s got,
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| I change a frigid papa to a hottentot!
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| Refrigeratin' papa, Mama’s gonna warm you up!
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| Yes, warm you up!
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| 'Cause when it comes to lovin',
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| I win most every lovin' cup,
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| For lovin' up;
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| I had a papa once so cold he nearly froze,
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| But Mama made him holler, «Please, burn up my clothes!»
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| Refrigeratin' papa, Mama’s gonna make you hot!
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| Refrigeratin' papa, Mama’s gonna make you hot!
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| Yes, make you hot!
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| Refrigeratin' papa, heat is what I like a lot!
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| Yes, like a lot!
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| I’m gonna teach you from the start,
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| That you can’t trifle with my heart;
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| You’ll have to learn the fundamental facts,
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| Or else your mama’s gonna pile you up in stacks.
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| Refrigeratin' papa, Mama’s gonna warm you up!
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| Yes, warm you up!
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| 'Cause when it comes to lovin',
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| I win most every lovin' cup,
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| For lovin' up;
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| I hate the kind of man who always aggravates,
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| I make their hearts of stone begin to palpitate!
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| Refrigeratin' papa, Mama’s gonna make you hot!
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| Red hot! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 38 Refrigeratin’ Papa (Mama’s Gonna Warm You Up) , by - Ethel Waters. Song from the album Early Recordings, Vol. 2, in the genre Джаз