The Twelves (The Dirty Dozens)

Says I want everybody, fall in line
 Shake your shimmy, like I'm shaking mine
 You shake your shimmy, shake it fast
 If you can't shake your shimmy, shake your yas yas yas
 'Cause you's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater,
 Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
 Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
 Says I'm with your mama, out across the field
 Slipping and a‑sliding, just like an automobile
 I hollered at your mama, I told her to wait
 She slipped away from me, just like a Cadillac Eight
 'Cause she's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater,
 Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
 Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
 Say I like your mama, sister too
 I did like your papa, but your papa wouldn't do
 I met your papa, around the corner the other day
 I soon found out, that he was funny that a‑way
 'Cause he's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater,
 Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
 Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
 Says I went out yonder, New Orleans
 The wildcat jumped, on the sewing machine
 The sewing machine, sewed so fast
 Sewed ninety‑nine stitches, up his yas yas yas
 'Cause he's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater
 Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
 Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!
 Says God made Adam, made him stout
 He wasn't satisfied, until he made him a snout
 He made him a snout, just as long as a rail
 He wasn't satisfied, until he made him a tail
 He made him a tail, just to fan the flies
 He wasn't satisfied, until he made him some eyes
 He made him some eyes, just to look on the grass
 He wasn't satisfied, then he made his yas yas yas
 He made his yas yas yas, so he couldn't get a trick
 He wasn't satisfied, until he made him sick
 He made him sick, and then made him well
 You know by that, the big boy's coughing in hell
 'Cause you's a dirty mistreater, robber and cheater,
 Strip you in the desert, papa ain't your cousin
 Let your mama doin' the Lordy-Lord!