Pinetop's Boogie Songtext
von Memphis Slim
Pinetop's Boogie Songtext
I know you folks all know Pinetop′s boogie woogie
As soon as Pinetop played the Pinetop's boogie woogie
When I tell you to stop, I want everybody to hold it
And when I tell you to get it, I want you to break a leg
Now stop, Hold yourself
Now, Boogie
That′s what I'm talking about, boogie
Now swing it with the one with the red dress on, ________
We'll boogie all night long
One more time now, Boogie
I wanna tell you something now
My gal got a heart like a rock ___ in the sea
I said my gal got a heart like a rock ___ in the sea
She can love everybody and mistreat poor me
Well I cooked her breakfast, even carried it to her bed
Lord I cooked her breakfast, even carried it to her bed
She would take one bite, throw the peas back at Pinetop′s head
I don′t want no woman if she can't help me to ___ a deal
I don′t want no woman who can't help me to ___ a deal
Well I′ll wake up in the morning and won't have a decent meal
Now I comb her hair, even manicured her nail
Now I comb her hair, even manicured her nail
And every time I get in trouble she let′s me go to jail
Slow as it is, that's the way to go
As soon as Pinetop played the Pinetop's boogie woogie
When I tell you to stop, I want everybody to hold it
And when I tell you to get it, I want you to break a leg
Now stop, Hold yourself
Now, Boogie
That′s what I'm talking about, boogie
Now swing it with the one with the red dress on, ________
We'll boogie all night long
One more time now, Boogie
I wanna tell you something now
My gal got a heart like a rock ___ in the sea
I said my gal got a heart like a rock ___ in the sea
She can love everybody and mistreat poor me
Well I cooked her breakfast, even carried it to her bed
Lord I cooked her breakfast, even carried it to her bed
She would take one bite, throw the peas back at Pinetop′s head
I don′t want no woman if she can't help me to ___ a deal
I don′t want no woman who can't help me to ___ a deal
Well I′ll wake up in the morning and won't have a decent meal
Now I comb her hair, even manicured her nail
Now I comb her hair, even manicured her nail
And every time I get in trouble she let′s me go to jail
Slow as it is, that's the way to go
Writer(s): Norman Gimbel, Clarance Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com