Mama's sittin' round for a while
Shook a dozen ribs down this aisle
Deacon Jones came to pray
Much religion is what have had
Go to Heaven, got to stop this stuff
'Cause they be struttin' that thing -- which-a-way?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I'm tellin' you now, how to be struttin' that thing night and day
Guess I'm - gettin' sick and tired the way you do
Kind mama, gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust around your bed
Wake some mornin', find your own self dead
'Cause you shouldn't of -- shouldn't of what, baby?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I'm tellin' you now, how to be struttin' that thing night and day
Swing it now
Gettin' sick and tired the way you do
Kind mama, gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust around your bed
Wake some mornin', find your own self dead
'Cause you shouldn't of -- shouldn't of what, darling?
I don't know, I never know, I don't know, I don't know
I'm tellin' you now, how to be struttin' that thing night and day
Shake and break it, Lord, you can hang it on the wall
Out the window, catch it 'fore it fall
Stop a while, shimmy if it's all night long
'Times I think you've got your habits on
But you shouldn't of -- shouldn't of what?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I'm tellin' you, Lord, how to be struttin' that thing night and day
Go on back now