Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Twelves (Dirty Dozen), artist - Kokomo Arnold. Date of issue: 16.03.2013
Song language: English
The Twelves (Dirty Dozen) |
| Says I want everybody, fall in line |
| Shake your shimmy, like I’m shaking mine |
| You shake your shimmy, shake it fast |
| If you can’t shake your shimmy, shake your yas yas yas |
| Says *I am* with your mama, out across the field |
| Slipping and a‑sliding, just like an automobile |
| I hollered at your mama, I told her to wait |
| She slipped away from me, just like a Cadillac Eight |
| Say I like your mama, sister too |
| I did like your papa, but your papa wouldn’t do |
| I met your papa, around the corner the other day |
| I soon found out, that he was funny that a‑way |
| Says I went out yonder, New Orleans |
| The wildcat jumped, on the sewing machine |
| The sewing machine, sewed so fast |
| Sewed ninety‑nine stitches, up his yas yas yas |
| Says God made Adam, made him stout |
| He wasn’t satisfied, until he made him a snout |
| He made him a snout, just as long as a rail |
| He wasn’t satisfied, until he made him a tail |
| He made him a tail, just to fan the flies |
| He wasn’t satisfied, until he made him some eyes |
| He made him some eyes, just to look on the grass |
| He wasn’t satisfied, then he made his yas yas yas |
| He made his yas yas yas, so he couldn’t get a trick |
| He wasn’t satisfied, until he made him sick |
| He made him sick, and then made him well |
| You know by that, the big boy’s coughing in hell |