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

'Cause you's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater

Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin

Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord

Says I'm 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

'Cause she's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater

Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin

Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord

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

'Cause he's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater

Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin

Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord

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

'Cause he's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater

Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin

Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord

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

'Cause you's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater

Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin

Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord