The Coasters
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Yakety Yak
Take out the papers and the trash
Or you don't get no
spending cash
If you don't scrub that kitchen floor
You ain't gonna rock
and roll no more
Yakety yak
Don't talk back
Just finish cleaning up
your room
Let's see that dust fly with that broom
Get all that garbage out
of sight
Or you don't go out Friday night
Yakety yak
Don't talk back
You just put on your coat and hat
And walk yourself to the laundry mat
And
when you finish doing that
Bring in the dog and put out the cat
Yakety yak
Don't talk back
Don't you give me no dirty looks
Your father's hip, he
knows what cooks
Just tell your hoodlum friends outside
You ain't got time
to take a ride
Yakety yak
Don't talk back
Yakety yak, yakety yak
Yakety yak, Yakety yak
Yakety yak
Little Egypt
I went and bought myself a ticket and
I sat down in the
very first row, wo wo.
They pulled the curtain but then when
They turned
the spotlight way down low, wo wo,
Little Egypt came out strotting,
Wearing nothing but a button and a bow, wo wo,
Singing, "Yeah yeah! Yeah
yeah! Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah''.
She had a ruby on her tummy and
A diamond
big as Texas on her toe, wo wo.
She let her hair down and
She did the
hoochie koochie real slow, wo wo,
When she did her special number on a zebra
skin,
I thought she'd stop the show, wo wo,
Singing, "Yeah yeah! Yeah
yeah! Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah!".
She did a triple somersault and when she hit
the ground,
She winked at the audience and then she turned around.
She had
a picture of a cowboy tattooed on her spine,
Saying Phoenix, Arizona,
nineteen forty-nine.
Yeah, but let me tell you people,
Little Egypt
doesn't dance there anymore, wo wo.
She's too busy mopping and
A taking
care of shopping at the store, wo wo.
'Cause we got seven kids and
All day
long they crawl around the floor, wo wo,
Singing, "Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah! Yeah
yeah! Yeah yeah!"
Poison Ivy
She comes on like a rose but everybody knows
She'll get you
in Dutch
Now you can look but you better not touch
Poison iv-y-y-y-y,
poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes
a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound
She's pretty as a daisy but look out man
she's crazy
She'll really do you in
Now if you let her under your skin
Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin'
poison ivy comes a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound
Measles make you bumpy
And mumps'll make you lumpy
And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch
A
common cold'll fool ya
And whooping cough'll cool ya
But poison ivy,
Lord'll make you itch!!
You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion
You'll be scratchin' like a hound
The minute you start to mess around
Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin'
poison ivy comes a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound
Measles make you bumpy
And mumps'll make you lumpy
And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch
A
common cold'll fool ya
And whooping cough'll cool ya
But poison ivy,
Lord'll make you itch!!
You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion
You'll be scratchin' like a hound
The minute you start to mess around
Poison iv-y-y-y-y, poison iv-y-y-y-y
Late at night while you're sleepin'
poison ivy comes a'creepin'
Arou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ound
La da la da la da
La da la da la da
La da la da la da
La da la da la da
Charlie Brown
Fe fe fi fi fo fo fum
I smell smoke in the auditorium
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie
Brown
He's gonna get caught; just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always
pickin' on me?)
That's him on his knees, I know that's him
Yeah, from 7
come 11 down in the boys' gym
Who's always writing on the wall?
Who's always goofin' in
the hall?
Who's always throwin' spit balls?
Guess who (Who, me?) Yeah,
you!
Who walks in the classroom, cool and slow?
Who calls the English
teacher Daddy-O?
Down In Mexico
Down in Mexicali
There's a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce
And the boss is a cat named
Joe
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in
Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down
in Mexico
Well, the first time that I saw him
He was sittin' on a piano
stool
I said "Tell me dad, when does the fun begin?"
He just winked his
eye and said "Man, be cool."
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
All of a sudden in walks this chick
Joe starts playing on a
Latin kick
Around her waist she wore three fishnets
She started dancin'
with the castanets
I didn't know just what to expect
She threw her arms
around my neck
We started dancin' all around the floor
And then she did a
dance I never saw before.
So if you're south of the border
I mean down in
Mexico
And you wanna get straight,
Man, don't hesitate
Just look up a
cat named Joe.
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a
honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
[Spoken by Carl Gardner:]
Yeah, como est
usted senorita
Come with me to the border, south of the border, that is
In
Mexico, yeah in Mexico
You can get your kicks in Mexico
Come with me baby,
come with me, come with me, crazy, yeah
Along Came Jones
I plopped down in my easy chair and turned on Channel 2
A
bad gunslinger called Salty Sam was chasin' poor Sweet Sue
He trapped her in
the old sawmill and said with an evil laugh,
"If you don't give me the deed
to your ranch
I'll saw you all in half!"
And then he grabbed her (and
then)
He tied her up (and then)
He turned on the bandsaw (and then, and
then...!)
And then along came Jones
Tall thin Jones
Slow-walkin'
Jones
Slow-talkin' Jones
Along came long, lean, lanky Jones
Commercial came on, so I got up to get myself a snack
You
should've seen what was goin' on by the time that I got back
Down in the old
abandoned mine, Sweet Sue was havin' fits
That villain said, "Give me the
deed to your ranch
Or I'll blow you all to bits!"
And then he grabbed her
(and then)
He tied her up (and then)
He lit the fuse to the dynamite (and
then, and then...!)
I got so bugged I turned it off and turned on another show
But there was the same old shoot-'em-up and the same old rodeo
Salty Sam was
tryin' to stuff Sweet Sue in a burlap sack
He said, "If you don't give me the
deed to your ranch
I'm gonna throw you on the railroad tracks!"
And then
he grabbed her (and then)
He tied her up (and then)
He threw her on the
railroad tracks (and then)
A train started comin' (and then, and then...!)
Young Blood
I saw her standin' on the corner
A yellow ribbon in her
hair
I couldn't stop myself from shoutin
Look a-there Look a-there
Look
a-there Look a-there
Young blood, young blood, young blood
I can't get you out
of my mind
I took one look and I was fractured
I tried to walk but I
was lame
I tried to talk but I just stuttered
What's your name What's your
name
What's your name What's your name
Young blood, young blood, young blood
I can't get you out
of my mind
What crazy stuff She looked so tough
I had to follow her
all the way home
Then things went bad; I met her dad
He said, "You'd
better leave my daughter alone"
I couldn't sleep a wink for tryin'
I saw the rising of the
sun
And all night my heart was cryin'
You're the one, you're the one
You're the one, you're the one
Young blood, young blood, young blood
I can't get you out
of my mind
Wait A Minute
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
Wait a minute
Let me understand
While I'm sitting here
Holding your hand
You're telling me
About the boy next door
Telling me
that he
Can offer you more
What a nerve, what a case
Better put her in her place
Wait just a minute
You know that won't get it
If that's
the way your love will be
You might as well forget it
Am I correct in
Hearing what you say
That you would
rather
Be with him instead
You said that you could
Travel with him far
Say he's got
a
Brand new Cadillac car
Well, what you mean, is that so
Better let that woman go
I don't go for
All the crazy noise
About you dating
All those other boys
If I'm gonna be
Your only one
I'm not waiting
'Til
your fun is done
You're a riot and you're tough
Honey, cut out all that
stuff
I'm gonna tell you
For the very last time
If I'm yours
You better be mine
When I come home
About a quarter to four
Don't wanna
hear the
Slamming of the back door
You're bad and so wild
Stop messing with me, child
You might as well forget it
Why, you can just go on
And forget about the
Whole
cotton picking affair
I get so tired of you...
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László Zoltán 2012
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