| Sha sha
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| Sha sha
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| Yay yay
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| Yay yay
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| Sha sha here comes my thrill
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| Oh the ya-sha please keep still
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| Don’t talk too much & kill my chances with this guy
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| Sha sha now go & play
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| This is your sisters day
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| Don’t give my age away & make him say goodbye
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| Oh ya-sha don’t tell him I’m old
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| He thinks pop has lots of gold
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| Told him that momma’s got a chauffeur & a car
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| Sha sha now you’ll get hung
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| If you don’t hold your tongue
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| Till wedding bells have rung
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| Ya-sha sha sha
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| My next door neighbors daughter
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| Is really in hot water
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| Because she has a brother whose a brat
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| When someone comes to court her
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| & gives the kid a quarter
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| He spills what he should keep under his hat
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| She cries & tries to put him wise to what it’s all about
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| And every night the neighbors hear her shout, oh hear her shout
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| Sha Sha
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| Oh voice keep still
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| Sha sha
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| Here comes my thrill don’t talk too much
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| Won’t you please be still
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| Oh we will be still
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| Oh sha sha ya-sha
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| Won’t you let me pull my bluff
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| Cause I told him that my mami had gold in her piani & her pot
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| Oh sha sha sha
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| Oh ya-sha please be kind
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| He’s the last in line
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| What a glorious feeling
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| Oh ya-sha help make up his mind |