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Abdulla
03:29
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abdulla lawrence/jones/battle
abdulla was the king of amazula
he lived with his harem down in boolah
abdulla took a trip to honolula
there he met a pretty little girl named lula
well. he was so entranced by the way she danced
he forgot about the wives in boolah
pawned his crown, bought her a gown
gave up the throne for lula
abdulla picks a mean guitar for lula
swingin’ out a torrid hula-hula
abdulla, the former king of amazula
thought he’d take his girl to meet the folks in boolah
now lula, fresh from honolula,
decided she’d show the ex-wives how to do the hula
well, they were so enraged when her hips engaged
to show ‘em how to do the hula
that they knocked her down and tore the gown
of the girlfriend of abdulla
abdulla felt just like a foola
so he grabbed his girl and trucked right back to honolula
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2. |
Jumpin' At The Jubilee
03:04
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jumpin’ at the jubilee dean/ewbank music mint bmi
all my friends are jumpin’, jumpin’, jumpin’
all my friends are jumpin’
jumpin’ at the jubilee
well, little boy blue come blow your sax
sioux city sue’s about to unlax
elmer brown and deacon jones
they’re rarin’ to party till the cows come home
people are comin’ from miles around
to see what the band is puttin’ down
hear that fat old piano man singin’ whop bop a luma whop bop bam
all my friends are jumpin’, jumpin’, jumpin’
all my friends are jumpin’
jumpin’ at the jubilee
meet me at the corner of 12th and vine
the band is blowing like they’re out of their minds
people are dancin’ like they got no bones
a-flippin’ and a-floppin’ to the tortured tones
of a sax man blowin’ out his heart and soul
he’s lettin’ it rip, makin’ it roll
the rafters are shakin’. we’re bangin’ the gong
we’re rockin’ and a-boppin’ all night long
chorus
meet me at the corner. meet me at the corner of 12th and vine
meet me at the corner. bring some chicken and a bottle of wine
well there’s good rockin’ till the break of dawn
we’re all gonna party till the booze is gone
before it=s all over we=ll be talkin= in tongues
!#%*!%#!*%$!$%!*!$#$!^$%!^&*#()!#*&%*!(!^!^)(#&(^(&#(^#*&)_
all my friends are jumpin’, jumpin’, jumpin’
all my friends are jumpin’
jumpin’ at the woodside
stompin’ at the savoy
rockin’ at roseland
jumpin’ at the jubilee
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3. |
Bible Belt Bopper
04:17
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the bible belt bopper dean/farrell music mint bmi
there came a big, black bopper from birmingham
with a bad reputaion as a promo man
his cadillac tag said with a shout
"if your heart ain't in dixie,
you better get your ass out!
the road was hot like his tires might melt
but he kept on a boppin' through the bible belt
he had to make his destination
he had to make his destination
he had a date with a jockey that he couldn't miss
runnin' to atlanta with a car load of heavy hits
now sweet sister susu was standing by the road
along came the bopper with his heavy load
he slammed on the brakes when he saw the pretty miss
(he) slid up beside her (and) said,"get a load of this."
the sound she heard hit her where she dwelt
so she told the black bopper in the bible belt
"i got to make my destination,
i got to make my destination."
ooooooo, do you know your destination?
now sweet sister susu was only seventeen
but she liked the black man and his road machine
she said, "hey, big daddy, what's your thang?"
he said, "i plug the music that the hep cats sing."
she dug the man and the way she felt
so she bopped with the bopper through the bible belt
they had to make their destination
they had to make their destination
she grinned at the dude and said, "floor it, stud!
you're my ticket to hollywood
at the radio station, he goes into his act
he laughs with the d.j. and slaps him on the back...
"put this music on the air waves, man,
it's just what they want out in radio land!"
he says to the jockey, but the jockey says, “whoa!
i can't play the music (un)less the people say so!"
so call him up, children if you like what you felt
and ask for the bopper in the bible belt
and help him make his destination
he's got to make his destination
ooooooo, do you know your destination?
copyright 1984 thomas w. dean
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4. |
Li
03:50
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li dean music mint bmi
like the wings of a butterfly
brushing on my face
the scent of a flower
a kiss’s taste
wise as the ocean
young as the dew
my lotus blossom
shines so true
she’s clear as moonlight
falling through the trees
with a voice soft as water
never spoken but to please
we never touch
yet i am caressed
by lotus blossom’s
tenderness
my lotus blossom
my lovely little pearl
my lotus blossom
my tender koto girl
when she turns to leave
I’m in a sudden winter night
the world is cold
not bearing any life
when she returns
it’s like a brand new spring
sunlight dances
on everything
my lotus blossom
my lovely little pearl
my lotus blossom
my gentle koto girl
like a bird on water
she sings her name for me
a song from a dream
in a land across the sea
her name is li
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5. |
Swingin' For Crack
04:28
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swingin’ for crack by dean/liberatore/rodgers music mint bmi
if you’re looking for a way to meet some chicks
my method will do the trick
see arthur murray or fred astaire
you better learn those steps and comb your hair
buy some two-tone shoes and a suit to match
it won’t be long (be)fore you’re pullin’ snatch
you’ll be
dancin’ for trim, swingin’ for crack
a sure fire plan and that’s a fact
a dancin’ fool that’s a sharp dressed man
that’s a winning combination in demand
now buckhead bobby is short and fat
dancing girls don’t care about that
they all know this simple thing
it takes two to make it swing
he’s out numbered, three to one
he knows that girls just want to have fun
so he’s
chorus...
don’t you worry. no need to hurry
everything’s gonna work out fine
swing your baby. treat her like a lady
you’re gonna have a real big time
so get up! throw down!
let that music send you right out of town
wise up! get a life!
believe me, brother. this ain’t no hype
get off your ass! get on your feet!
you never know who you’re gonna meet
your future wife, a one night stand
all things come to a dancing man
well if you want girls on you like white on rice
you better listen to my advice
a dance floor’s like a fishin’ hole
if you want to catch fish you got to bait your pole
go find the first flower leanin’ up against a wall
swing that baby, and have a ball
you’ll be
dancin’ for trim, swingin’ for crack
a sure fire plan and that’s a fact
a dancin’ fool that’s a sharp dressed man
that’s a winning combination in demand
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6. |
The Poon Tango
04:44
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the poon tango dean music mint bmi
in the city of lights
in a small cafe
miguel and pierre
slowly wasted away
they could curse the madam
but she was not concerned
as far she cared
they could both wait their turn
so they waited
and waited
for their chance
a crew of drunk argentines
had commandeered all the beds
and the lovely french flowers
that worked overhead
so pierre and miguel
drifted deep in their wine
they drank and they laughed
as they passed the time
they were drinking
and laughing
and singing
then they started to dance
poon tango, poon tango
they tripped to the tango
they danced while they waited to play
poon tango, the tango
for strange tango bango,
mons venus di mango, they'd pay,
they’d pay and pay and pay
for some poontango
just before the new dawn
the sailors fell down the stairs
and spied miguel and pierre
passed out unawares
the argentines rolled them
and they robbed them
and left with their pants
what a waste
for just a taste
a taste of the mango
mons venus di mango
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7. |
I Always Land On My Feet
03:53
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i always land on my feet by dean/wilkie/sheffield music mint bmi
i jumped bond in atlanta
i'd been set up in a crooked game
i let 'em know i was nobody's fool
and some other fool got maimed
i was one step ahead of the repo man
two jumps ahead of the law
when my contraband ride sputtered and died
just outside of chickasaw
sometimes i feel like i'm flying
like a cat about to hit concrete
rock bottom comin' at me like a freight train, baby
but i always land on my feet
i left that caddy to rust in the swamp
and i hitch‑hiked to new orleans
i knew bettilu meant comfort
if i could reach her by any means
the quarter was full of surprises
i tried to reach her there by phone
i told the other mule that answered
the number i dialed, you know it must be wrong
sometimes i feel like i'm flying
like a cat about to hit concrete
rock bottom comin' at me like a freight train,
but i always land on my feet
when it all hits the fan and the world goes tilt
somebody ‘s screamin’ and blood‘s been spilt
divin’ through a window just ahead of the heat
let me tell you people ‘bout the trouble i meet
i caught a semi to memphis
took a job and i changed my name
i was breakin’ my back for the foreman
loadin’ freight come sun or rain
one day i looked up from my burden
there came a marshall with a picture of me
by the time he hit the dock with the foreman
brother, i was history
sometimes i feel like i'm flying
like a cat about to hit concrete
rock bottom comin' at me like a freight train,
but i always land, i always land, i always land on my feet
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8. |
Wombat Baby
03:28
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wombat baby by dean music mint bmi
wombat baby boppin’ down the street
wombat baby boppin’ down the street
wombat baby boppin’ down the street
crack a smile at every fool she meet
hi de ho? she be fine
wombat baby make me lose my mind
hear that poppin’? what’s that sound?
neck bones poppin on every man in town
head bone spinnin like a whirly-gig
my wombat baby sho look big
wombat baby boppin’ down the street
wombat baby boppin’ down the street
wombat baby boppin’ down the street
crack a smile at every fool she meet
hi de ho? she be fine
wombat baby make me lose my mind
alimon poobah, sonny gone rat
swim through the water in your big wombat
salamander poonjob, ottoman hop
rondo imam and the big bee bop
wombat baby, i say the wombat baby
gimme wombat baby, say the wombat baby, bop bop
monkey leg bimbo,dom faree
mondo quando from pom louwee
papa la bop, le hop pop pop
ron de fleur, fleur da zure
wombat baby boppin’ down the street
we got a wombat baby boppin’ down the street
wombat baby boppin’ down the street
crack a smile at every fool she meet
hi de ho? hi de hey, hi de ho, hi de hey
hi de ho, hi de hey, hey, hey…
baby’s gotta big wombat, she’s a big wombat…
francis powers, san berlin, and rin tin tin
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9. |
Jivin' Me
03:58
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jivin’ me dean/ewbank music mint bmi
i saw you
with your bobby darin
haircut
and two-tone shoes
wide-open collar
and a retro view
you look the part
but you ain’t got a clue
nothin’ but nothin’ comes easy
nothin’ but nothin’ comes cheap
if you want to talk the talk
you got to walk the walk
or brother you’re just jivin’ me
martini glass
and that stinkin’ stogie
smellin’ just like
grandma’s socks
say you dig sinatra
brother, that’s ok
he is only one of many
who paved the way
nothin’ but nothin’ comes easy
nothin’ but nothin’ comes cheap
if you want to talk the talk
you got to walk the walk
or brother, you’re just jivin’ me
i said b
i say b-u
i say b-u-l
b-u-l-l
b-u-l-l-s-h-i-t bullshit!
i don’t care
what you drink or wear
it don’t mean nothin’
that’s the truth i swear
you might be a fool
in fancy clothes
open your mouth
and everybody knows
nothin’ but nothin’ comes easy
nothin’ but nothin’ comes cheap
ll: if you want to talk the talk
you got to walk the walk
or brother, you’re just jivin’ me :ll
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Dixie Bop
03:04
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dixie bop by t. dean music mint bmi
wild boys from way down south
playin’ that dixieland
spider and sammy and herman
lord, they had themselves a band
sammy played the trumpet
herman wailed on clarinet
spider swung that rhythm
ain’t heard none better yet
they didn’t play in no sweet band
they liked the music hot
dixieland with a twist
and they called it dixie bop
there was a new song in the city
dizzy and bird changed everything
the story they told was big and bold
and these crackers heard ‘em sing
so the old time gist took a brand new twist
when the peckerwoods layed it down
bop and jazz and dixieland
what a crazy sound
they took the old tradition
changed it up from toe to top
it wasn’t just old dixieland
it was more like dixie bop
back home, the folks got offended,
“this ain’t the place for that dixie slop!
you boys better play what we pay you to play,
or the music’s gonna have to stop.”
so they were stuck between a rock and a hard place
the squares were gonna make ‘em choose
they could suck it up for a gig and a buck
or wail come win or lose
well, if you got a new song worth singin’
it’s like chokin’ if you make it stop
so they messed up that dixieland
and they called it dixie bop
copyright 1999 music mint corp.
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11. |
In The Jungle
09:04
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in the jungle by t. dean music mint bmi
in the jungle
man made a drum from a piece of wood
in the jungle
rhythm was discovered and it was understood
that music had the power to connect your soul
to your body and your mind if you let it roll
boogity, boogity, boogity, boogity boo
living in the jungle is really cool
flip it, flop it, let it unwind
live in the jungle brother, free your mind
in the jungle
woman heard man working on his groove
and in the jungle
dance was invented when she started to move
they were blessed by a thing divine
when the magic of the music and the dance entwined
boogity, boogity, boogity, boogity boo
living in that jungle is really cool
flip it, flop it, let it unwind
live in the jungle sister, free your mind
in the jungle
there’s a place in your mind unfettered and free
in the jungle
where moving to the music comes naturally
free your mind
spred your wings
unleash your soul
and let it sing
boogity, boogity, boogity, boogity boo
living in the jungle is really cool
flip it, flop it, let it unwind
live in the jungle people, free your mind
revised lyrics 1999
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12. |
Crying In Your Sleep
04:59
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crying in your sleep by t. dean music mint bmi
should i wake you up or should i let you sleep
you're tossin' and turnin'. sweat is soakin' your sheets
like you're crazy with fever; writhing in pain
there are tears on your face and you're moanin’ someone's name
tell me, who is hurting you?
what have they done to make you weep?
tell me, tell me, darlin'
who makes you cry in your sleep?
black night has fallen. there are no stars and no moon
there is just the two of us alone in a room
rain beating on the window asks who is to blame
i hear you moaning, but i can't make out the name
tell me, who is hurting you?
what have they done to make you weep?
tell me, tell me, darlin'
who makes you cry in your sleep?
in a flash of lightning, i see a picture of pain
you writhe and you whimper and you call out my name
you're crying “don't leave me”, but you're still in a dream
and now my tears are falling, 'cause i know i am to blame
what have i done to the one i pray to keep?
i'm so sorry darlin'. i didn't mean to make you weep
'cause i am the one...
i'm the one who makes you cry
i'm the one who wants to die
i'm the one who makes you cryyyy
you've been crying in your sleep
wake up! baby.
you ain't got to cry no more.
don't you cry no more.
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T. Wesley Dean Atlanta, Georgia
I am a singer and songwriter currenly based in Atlanta, Georgia USA. Artists that have recorded my tunes include Joe Walsh, Joe South, Billy Joe Royal, Tinsley Ellis, Heaven Davis, Alex Lattimore, Chick Willis and Kristie Agee.
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