Can tell me what makes a rooster crow at the break of day
It's hey-eee -- at the break of day
That's to let the rounder know the working man is on his way
It's hey-eee, he is on his way
It's hey-eee, he is on his way
That's to let the rounder know the working man is on his way
I used to be a lover, baby, in my younger days
It's hey-eee, in my younger days
Now I'm old and feeble but I still got my lovin' ways
(Sing it Mr. Woods, sing it)
Hey-eee -- in my younger days
It's hey-eee -- in my younger days
Now I'm old and feeble but I still got my lovin' ways
I'll tell you partner, why I ain't got a friend
[ (Woods singin' 'bout [Beebee/Phoebe] now) ]
Hey-eee -- why I ain't got a friend
They'll take your baby from you, get right in your face and grin