Lucy Lee from Tennessee,

Went and bought a radio set;

She also had a household pet,

The loudest-speakin' papa I've heard yet;

He talked tough, acted rough,

And he strutted terribly proud,

He'd rave and shout out loud;

He always sounded like a crowd;

One night he bawled her out about her radio,

This made Miss Lucy angry and she told him so.

She said:



Loud-speakin' papa, you better speak easy to me;

Someday you'll shout and then no doubt,

I'm gonna turn your dial and tune you out,

'Cause I don't have to listen to your noise and din.

There's plenty other stations I can tune right in,

So loud-speakin' papa, you better speak easy to me!

Get what I'm saying:

You better speak easy to me!



You listening now to station WIFE,

Your mama is announcin', listen carefully:

If you get mama angry, as sure as you're born,

I'm gonna twist your aerial, and bust your horn;

I don't like your broadcastin' anyhow,

Your program's gettin' stale; it's full of static now;

You know your mama's got an awful powerful set,

And there ain't nothin' nowhere that I can't get!

So loud-speakin' papa, you'd better speak easy to me!



Someday you'll shout and then no doubt,

I'm gonna turn your dial and tune you out,

I've got a strong suspicion that you cannot last,

'Cause you're wearin' out your storage batteries mighty fast,

So loud-speakin' papa, you'd better speak easy to me,

Pipe down, sailor! you'd better speak easy to me