Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Duck Yas-Yas-Yas, artist - Tampa Red. Album song Bill Wyman's Blues Odyssey, in the genre Блюз
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Demon
Song language: English
The Duck Yas-Yas-Yas |
Hmm… |
Mama bought a rooster, she thought it was a duck |
She brought him to the table with his legs straight up |
In came the children with a cup and a glass |
To catch the licker from the yas-yas-yas |
Babe oh babe, have you ever been to Spain |
These old voodoo wimmen shakin' their thing |
They got rings on their fingers, bells on their toes |
What they got, baby, nobody knows |
I’m goin' down, Market Street |
Where the men and wimmen all do meet |
That’s where the men do the Georgia Rub |
The wimmen fall in line with a big white tub |
Me and my gal walkin' down the street |
She caught the rheumatism in her feet |
She stooped over to pick some grass |
And the same thing struck 'r in the yas-yas-yas |
You catch the train you call «Forty Nine» |
Carries you down to Caroline |
You catch the train you call «Forty Eight» |
Takes you right in to the Golden Gate |
You shake your shoulders, you shake 'em fast |
You can’t shake your shoulders shake your yas-yas-yas |
Drink some rooster soup before goin' to bed |
Wake up in the mornin' find your own self dead |
Down on Morgan there’s a good location |
Right there next to a gasoline station |
That’s where you get your cars oiled and greased |
Wimmen cryin' «Honey won’t you come in please» |
I’m goin' to sing this verse, ain’t gonna sing no mo' |
Somebody’s knockin' on my do' |
The people upstairs have gone to bed |
I better stop that noise 'fore they crash my head |