Shake, Shake Mama

Oh, ain't gonna give you no more cherry ball1
 Oh, ain't gonna give you no more cherry ball
 You gone drunk and showed your Santa Claus2
 Oh, a little bitty woman, hips just like a snake3
 Oh, a little bitty woman, her hip just like a snake
 ...baby, it really take
 Oh, late last night my love come fallin' down
 Me and my baby on our last go-'round
 Oh, shake, shake mama, I'll buy you a diamond ring
 Oh, shake, shake mama, I'll buy you a diamond ring
 You don't shake, ain't gonna buy you a doggone thing
 Oh, my clutch start to slippin', carb's won't even sing
 Oh, my clutch start to slippin', my carb's won't even sing
 Blues in the compression, fire my piston ring
 Oh, rider, you ain't foolin' me
 Look-y here, rider, you ain't foolin' me
 You been slippin' to your old-time used-to-be
 Oh, I like my babe but I don't like her teddy bear4
 Oh, I like my woman but I don't like her teddy bear
 I'm gonna buy her a box-back, maybe it'll work