Everybody loves me baby, what’s the matter with you?
Tell me what did I do to upset you.
Woke up last night, half past four
Fifty women knocking on my door
Everybody’s trying to be my baby
Everybody’s trying to be my baby
Everybody’s trying to be my baby, now
Well my temperature’s rising and my feet on the floor
Crazy people knocking 'cause they’re wanting some more
Let me in, baby, I don’t know what you got
But you better take it easy, this place is hot
Somebody’s knockin’
Should I let him in?
Lord, it’s the devil
Would you look at him?
I’ve heard about him
But I never dreamed
He’d have blue eyes and blue jeans
Please to meet you; hope you’ve guessed my name!
What’s confusing you is just the nature of my game.
Here come the man with the look in his eye
Fed on nothing but full of pride
Look at them go, look at them kick
Makes you wonder how the other half live
Devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside
Not too skinny, she’s not too fat
She’s a real humdinger and I like it like that
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress on
She’s the Devil with the blue dress on
I don’t want her, you can have her
She’s too fat for me.
She’s too fat, she’s too fat,
She’s too fat for me.
Too Fat Polka – Arthur Godfrey, believe it or not!
-“BB”-
Yes, your feet’s too big
Don’t want you 'cause you feet’s too big
Can’t use you 'cause you feet’s too big
I really hate you 'cause your feet’s too big
(Fats Waller, Your Feet’s Too Big.)
Other guys who meet her may not think she’s much to see
I can’t begin to tell you what she always does to me
Maybe it’s the clothes she wears
Or the way she combs her hair
Oh, that makes me want to tell her that I care
After I kind of straighten my tie
She has to borrow my comb
One kiss then I continue again
Walkin’ my baby back home
The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No, they can’t take that away from me
Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep
All in all,
You’re just another brick in the wall.
No matter what you do
I will always be around
Won’t you tell me what you’ve found girl ?
Ooh girl, won’t you ?
Knock down the old grey wall
Be a part of it all.
Nothing to say, nothing to see, nothing to do
If you would give me all
I would you give it to you.
Nothing would be, nothing would be, nothing would be
Call me
Don’t be afraid, you can call me
Maybe it’s late, but just call me
Tell me, and I’ll be around
Call me (Call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (Call me) I’ll arrive
You can call me any day or night
Call me
Well, now, some may call me Joe,
Some may call me Moe,
Just remember Speedo,
He don’t never take it slow,
Well, now, they often call me Speedo,
But my real name is Mister Earl.
Speedo – The Cadillacs
-“BB”-
Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl (Duke, Duke)
Duke of Earl (Duke, Duke)
Duke of Earl
Music knows it is and always will
Be one of the things that life just won’t quit
But here are some of music’s pioneers
That time will not allow us to forget, no
For there’s Basie, Miller, Satchmo
And the king of all, Sir Duke
And with a voice like Ella’s ringing out
There’s no way the band can lose