Beat Out My Love lyrics - The Cramps
(originally by Lee Dresser)
I'm like a ring tailed monkey, a-hangin' from a bamboo tree
I'm like a native in the jungle, as restless as I can be
And if I hear you stalkin' through the grass
I wanna get a message to you fast
I'm gonna pick up a log and a-beat out my love for you
I'm like an apeman Tarzan swingin' from a long great vine
And I'm a-lookin' for you, so that I can make you mine
I would climb on a tree, so good and high
Then let out with that Tarzan cry
Then I pick up a log and a-beat out my love for you
Well, now that I'm in the jungle, I'll do as the natives do
I'll do things their way and act like it's nothing new
And if I see you sittin' in a cool glade
I'm gonna make the loudest sound ever made
'Cause I'm gonna pick up a log and a-beat out my love for you
Well, I'm gonna pick up a log and a-beat out my love for you
Yeah, beat out my love for you
Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah, honey you know
I'm gonna beat out my love for you
Butcher Pete lyrics - The Cramps
Hey everybody, did the news get around
About a guy named Butcher Pete
Oh, Pete just flew into this town
And he's choppin' up all the women's meat
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He just hack, wack, choppin' that meat
Butcher Pete's got a long sharp knife
He starts choppin' and don't know when to stop
All you fellows gotta watch your wifes
'Cause Pete don't care who's meat he chops
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
Hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He just hack, wack, choppin' that meat
Now, ever since Peter flew into town
He's been havin' a ball
Just cuttin' and choppin' for miles around
Single women, married women, old maids and all
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He just hack, wack, choppin' that meat
He wakes up in the morning, half past five
Chops from sunrise to sunset
I don't see how he stays alive
Meat's gonna be the death of Pete, yeah
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
Hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He just keeps on hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He just hack, wack, choppin' that meat
Look out, here comes the kid!
The police put Pete in jail
He finally met his fate
But when they came in to pay his bail
They found him choppin' up his cell mate
Hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He was hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
That man keeps on hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He just hack, wack, choppin' that meat
That Butcher Pete is the craziest yet
Tries to chop down the wind and the rain
Just hacks on anything he can get
Man, that man is just insane
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He keeps hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He can't stop hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He just hack, wack, choppin' that meat
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
He can't die - hackin' and wackin' and smackin'
That man is crazy
It's Mighty Crazy lyrics - The Cramps
(originally by Lightnin' Slim)
It's mighty crazy
It's mighty crazy
It's mighty crazy
Just to keep on rubbin' at the same old thing
Yes you know it's crazy
It's mighty crazy
It's mighty crazy
Just to keep on rubbin' at the same old thing
You know I met a little girl she was all trimmed in blue
She saw me rubbin' and she start to rubbin' too
It's mighty crazy
It's mighty crazy
It's mighty crazy
Just to keep on rubbin' at the same old thing
You know I love the way she got to rubbin'
I believe her rubbin's awful fine
I'm so crazy about the way she keep a-rubbin'
Cause every now and then it run across my mind
The way she rub it
It's mighty crazy
It's mighty crazy
Just to keep on rubbin' at the same old thing
Well let's rub...
It's mighty crazy
It's mighty crazy
It's mighty crazy
Just to keep on rubbin' at the same old thing
You know I had on some old dirty clothes, standin' by a tub
She pulled me right down in it and she began to rub
It's mighty crazy
It's mighty crazy
It's mighty crazy
Just to keep on rubbin' at the same old thing
It's mighty crazy...
Jailhouse Rock lyrics - The Cramps
(originally by Elvis Presley)
The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumping and the joint began to swing
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the Jailhouse Rock
Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowing on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the Jailhouse Rock
Number forty-seven said to number three
"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company"
She said "come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me"
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the Jailhouse Rock
The sad sack was a sitting on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weeping all alone
The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair"
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the Jailhouse Rock
Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake
No one's looking, now's our chance to make a break"
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix
I want to stick around a while and get my kicks."
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancing to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancing to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancing to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancing to the Jailhouse Rock
Shombalor lyrics - The Cramps
(originally by Sheriff & The Ravels)
(Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady)
Chickenin' out and then a-root for it, chicken 'n-a, Shombolar
Baby, d'y'wanna move out, do it now?
Begin on the countdown, please
Baby, bring the buck to your knees now
Ya gettin' on the catfish knees? 'n-a
I love swing-ding
Rickey-bing you're a healthy one, hubba!
And it's known to some that-a jigga-wah
I love pick-'em-up and lay-'em-down
(Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady)
Chickenin' out and then a-root for it, chicken 'n-a, Shombolar
And it's gonna — Wine-o Buy-No
Frees Jackie Frankenstein-oh
Maybe Jackie came to dine, 'n-a
Forgettin' on he stole my wine, 'n-a
Asks George "You bing, you bong, you bong?"
Leaves Jimmy Jones, he skipped to one, a-hubba
And it's known to some that-a jigga-wah
I love pick-'em-up and lay-'em-down
(Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady)
Chickenin' out and then a-root for it, chicken 'n-a, Shombolar
Of all the animals in the world
I'd rather be a bear (Raar!)
Climb the highest mountain
Double to the rear
(Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady)
Chickenin' out and then a-root for it, chicken in-a, Shombolar
I love fat man mambo
Baby, do the king of the jungle
You can only get it from the Congo
And you try to get it deftly
I love left foot stomp and-a right foot drag, 'n-a
Hey it's good to march!
And it's known to some that-a jigga-wah
I love pick-'em-up and lay-'em-down
(Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady)
Chickenin' out and then a-root for it, chicken 'n-a, Shombolar
Of all the animals in the world
I'd rather be a bear (Raar!)
Climb the highest mountain
Double to the rear
(Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady) Shombolar, (Oh lady)
Chickenin' out and then a-root for it, chicken 'n-a, Shombolar
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