Louis Jordan - De Laff's on You lyrics

I went to my friend's house last night She told all she had to say she done home She don't have to tell me no lie, I wanna tell her where her man had gone When your gal goes down to the station or to the large meeting hall You can't tell me that Papa, there's another mule in your stall De laff's on you, the laff's on you No need to cry woohoo 'Cause de laff's on you I'm crazy about..., 'cause it grows down in the water I don't like no monkey hips, 'cause she can't get enough for quarter You've got crab meat on your head And codfish on your... ella She has apron in the front, and that's about all that it has De laff's on you, the laff's on you No need to cry woohoo 'Cause de laff's on you You folks can fix no cuckoo for me You ain't nothing but a faker I love my food fixed right, 'cause I'm straight from Jamaica De laff's on you, the laff's on you No need to cry woohoo 'Cause de laff's on you