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1.
Abdulla 03:29
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
Li 03:50
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
Wombat Baby 03:28
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
9.
Jivin' Me 03:58
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
10.
Dixie Bop 03:04
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.
11.
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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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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released December 14, 2020

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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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