Gettin' Dirty Just Shakin' That Thing

Now Sister Fullbosom and Brother Lowdown,
 Your broad catch you signifyin' you're breakin' her down;
 Kind mama, just poison you,
 Sick and tired the way you do;
 Gettin' filthy just shakin' that thing.
 I know a Sister called Miss Lou,
 Sso she had the German 'flu;
 Another Sister by the call Miss Boone,
 Sso you couldn't stay in the room,
 Gettin' filthy just shakin' that thing.
 Says, mama cookin' cabbage, didn't have no meat,
 And she sold 'em on 35th Street;
 Old folk, run and get your glass,
 Catch the juice from his too black bad.
 Say, mama killed a chicken and she thought he was a duck,
 'im on the table with his heel cocked up;
 Folk, folk, run and get your glass,
 To catch the juice from his too black bad.
 Mama mumbled and spoke like this,
 "Shake your shoulders, shake your wicked knee,
 And gettin' filthy just shakin' that thing.'
 Clap hands, here comes Nelson,
 Clap hands, here comes Nelson,
 Clap hands, here comes Nelson now.
 Clap hands, here comes Nelson,
 Clap hands, here comes Nelson now.
 Too tight, just won't,
 Too tight, just won't,
 Too tight, just won't right now.