Ah-ha, smokestack lightnin' Shinin' just like gold Why don't you hear me cryin'? Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo Ah-ha, tell me, baby What's the matter with
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Ah oh, smokestack lightnin' Shinin' just like gold Why don't ya hear me cryin'? A whoo hoo, whoo hoo, whoo Whoa oh tell me, baby What's the matter with
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[Instrumental] [1st LEAD - Marios] [2nd LEAD - Gus] [HARMONY - Marios & Gus]
Whoa-ooh! Chocolate drop I got a long tall woman They all call, the chocolate drop I've got a long tall woman We all call, the chocolate drop She's a
Well now, baby meet me in the bottom Bring me my running shoes Well now, baby meet me in the bottom Bring me my running shoes Well, I'll come out the
Some folk built like this, some folk built like that But the way I'm built, Don't you call me fat Because I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed
I wore my forty-four so long I've made my shoulder sore I wore my forty-four so long And I made my shoulder sore Well, I'm wonderin' everybody Where'
Man, you know I done enjoyed things That Kings and Queens will never have In fact, Kings and Queens can never get And they don't even know about it and
Her lips are sweet, her legs are big Her looks can make you dance the jig Her touch is so soft, her heart is so warm What knocks me out is your hidden
If you're a long way from home Can't sleep at night Grab your telephone Somethin' just ain't right That's evil, evil is goin' on wrong I am warnin' you
She's hot like red pepper Sweet like cherry wine I'm so glad she love me Love me all the time She's my little baby Sweet as she can be All this love
Pretty baby. Come on home. I love you If you hear me howlin', calling on my darlin' She's hot like red pepper. Sweet like cherry wine I'm so glad she
I am a back door man I am a back door man Well, the men don't know But the little girls understand When everybody's sound asleep I'm somewhere making
Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail Well, I ain't superstitious, oh, the black cat just cross my trail Don't sweep me with no broom