Tytuł: Jug band music

• Wykonawca: Lovin' Spoonful
• Wyświetleń: 175

  
   I was down in Savannah, eatin' cream and bananas
  When the heat just made me faint
  I began to get cross-eyed, I thought I was lost, I'd
  Begun to see things as they ain't
  As the relatives gathered to see what's the matter
  The doctor came to see was I dyin'
  But the doctor said, "Give him jug band music
  It seems to make him feel just fine"
  
  I was told a little tale about a skinny-as-a-rail
  Eight-foot cowboy with a headache
  He was hung up in the desert swattin' rats and tryin' to get
  A drink of water with his knees a-gettin' mud-caked
  And I'll tell you in a sentence how he stumbled in to Memphis,
  Tennessee, hardly crawlin', lookin' dust-baked
  We gave him a little water, a little bit of wine
  He opened up his eyes, but they didn't seem to shine
  Then the doctor said, "Give him jug band music
  It seems to make him feel just fine"
  
  
  So if you ever get sickly, get Sis to run quickly
  To the dusty closet shelf
  And pull out a washboard, and play a guitar chord
  And do a little do-it-yourself
  And call on your neighbors to put down their labors
  And come and play the hardware in time
  'Cause the doctor said, "Give him jug band music
  It seems to make him feel just fine"
  
  
  I was floatin' in the ocean greased with suntan lotion
  When I got wiped out by a beach boy
  He was surfin' when he hit me but jumped off his board to get me
  And he dragged me by the armpit like a child's toy
  As we staggered into land with all the waiters eatin' sandwiches
  He tried to mooch a towel from the hoi polloi
  He emptied out his eardrums, I emptied out mine
  And everybody knows that the very last line
  Is "the doctor said, 'Give him jug band music
  It seems to make him feel just fine'"