Kokomo Arnold - The Twelves (Dirty Dozen) lyrics

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 Says *I am* 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 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 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 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 gra** 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