Friday, April 27, 2012

A song for Friday: Pettin' and Pokin'

The great Louis Jordan (backed by his Tympany 5). Here's the words if you want to sing along. Try to keep up:
Now this is the story of Jack & Jill, and I don't mean the couple who went up the hill. I just mean a couple of lovers that live next door, and they always battling & I'm just contriving to keep score.

They're always pettin' & pokin' & jabbin' & joking & cooin' & crackin' and wooin' & wackin.'
They keep necking & knocking, singing & socking, squawking & squeezing & burning & freezing.

Why he holds her hands as long as he's able, but when he lets go she bops him with a table.
They start right in pattin' & pinchin' & clouting & clinching. They're enjoying themselves, havin' a good time.

Now Reverend Green thought that he'd call one day on these nicely newlyweds across the way, but just as the pastor knocked on the door, a straight right connected -- "Mop," he hit the floor.

They was pettin' & pokin' and banging & bopping & cooing & kissing & hitting & missing.
They kept on grooving & grieving & loving & leaving, kickin' & cacklin' & ticklin' & tacklin'.

Now one night a neighbor tried some intervention, but one short jab knocked out his good intention.

They started right in stewing & stabbing & jiving & jabbing. Having a good time.

Now once a lion escaped from a circus train. He strayed in Jack's & Jill's domain. Just then they got in a towerin' rage. Lion took one look & jumped back in to his cage.

They started swatting & swinging & plotting & playing, stomping & stabbing & grooving & grasping they kept dancing & ducking, tripping & trucking, potting & pleading & banging & bleeding.

Her mother said, "I'll go right in there and fetch her," but mom came out riding on a stretcher.

They started right in, hitting & holding, fainting & folding. They was enjoying themselves. Having a good time.

Now once a reporter called on the wife just to gather some data on her hectic life. She told him she'd never found time for books, she always busy duckin' left hooks.

They were always swatting & swinging & socking & singing & cutting & cuddling & messing & muddling. They kept on fondlin' & fussin' & kissin' & cussin' & tappin' & teasin' & swattin' & squeezin'.

Once a voice said "Stop! I'm the law." But all he stopped was a hay-maker to the jaw.

They started in jiving & jumping & throbbing & thumping. They was enjoying themselves. You see, they were in love. Ain't married life wonderful? Hey will somebody call Dr. Kildare? Is Dr. Christian in the house? Huh?

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