Mama bought a rooster, she thought it was a duck

She brought him to the table with his legs straight up

In came the children with a cup and a glass

To catch the licker from the yas-yas-yas



Babe oh babe, have you ever been to Spain

These old voodoo wimmen shakin' their thing

They got rings on their fingers, bells on their toes

What they got, baby, nobody knows



I'm goin' down, Market Street

Where the men and wimmen all do meet

That's where the men do the Georgia Rub

The wimmen fall in line with a big white tub



Me and my gal walkin' down the street

She caught the rheumatism in her feet

She stooped over to pick some grass

And the same thing struck 'r in the yas-yas-yas



You catch the train you call "Forty Nine"

Carries you down to Caroline

You catch the train you call "Forty Eight"

Takes you right in to the Golden Gate



You shake your shoulders, you shake 'em fast

You can't shake your shoulders shake your yas-yas-yas

Drink some rooster soup before goin' to bed

Wake up in the mornin' find your own self dead



Down on Morgan there's a good location

Right there next to a gasoline station

That's where you get your cars oiled and greased

Wimmen cryin' "Honey won't you come in please"



I'm goin' to sing this verse, ain't gonna sing no mo'

Somebody's knockin' on my do'

The people upstairs have gone to bed

I better stop that noise 'fore they crash my head