There’s an old grey shack by the edge of the woods It’s where I long to stay Where the creek it can run with the noonday sun And the rent it affords my pay This morning I woke smelling diesel smoke Saw a man in a yellow hat Said they sold this land to a developin’ man Who thinks that the world is flat Yes, he thinks that the world is flat Oh Earthmover, Mighty big groover Oh Earthmover Tearing my old shack down And there ain’t no way I can stake my claim This here is a moving town There ain’t no way I can stake my claim This here is a grooving town Whoa, Earthmover, Mighty big groover Oh Earthmover Tearing my old shack down And there ain’t no way I can stake my claim This here is a grooving town No, there ain’t no way I can stake my claim This here is a grooving town This here is a moving town This here is a grooving town This here is a moving town C’mon and move it, you got to move it This here is a moving town C’mon and move it, you got to move it This here is a moving town C’mon and move it, you got to move it This here is a moving town C’mon and move it, you got to move it This here is a moving town C’mon and move it, you got to move it This here is a moving town C’mon and move it, you got to move it This here is a grooving town

Come on baby take a ride with me Up the Mississippi down to New Orleans Tuck and roll FM stereo Got some Tony Joe White on my radio I didn’t get this here baby just a choppin’ on wood I got 8 slappin’ pistons right here under my hood Let’s ride I met my baby in a used car lot A-drinkin’ cheap wine and a throwin’ rocks Magic on wheels baby you know I got it Shakin’ like loose change here in my pocket I didn’t get this here baby just a choppin’ on wood I got 8 slappin’ pistons right here under my hood Let’s ride Come on baby take a ride with me Up the Mississippi down to New Orleans Tuck and roll a FM stereo Got some Tony Joe White on my radio I didn’t get this here baby just a choppin’ on wood I got 8 slappin’ pistons right here under my hood Let’s ride Take a ride, a ride, a ride, a ride, a ride (x4) Got me a voodoo cadillac blues (x6)

Number fifty-four, The house with the bamboo door, Bamboo roof and bamboo walls, It’s even got a bamboo floor! And you must get to know Soho Joe, He runs an Expresso, Called the House of Bamboo. It’s made of sticks. Sticks and bricks, But you can get your kicks In the House of Bamboo. Well in this casino, you can drink cappuccino, And it’s gotcha swingin’ to the cha cha Dance the bolero in a sombrero. Shake like a snake! You wanna stop in when the cats are hoppin’. Let your two feet move-a to the big beat Pick yourself a kitten and listen to a platter That rocks the juke-box! I’m-a telling you, when you’re blue, Well there’s a lot to do In the House Of Bamboo. (Go Big Boy) And you must get to know Soho Joe, He runs an Expresso, Called the House of Bamboo. Well in this casino, you can drink cappuccino, Let your two feet move-a to the big beat Pick yourself a kitten and listen to a platter That rocks I’m-a telling you, when you’re blue, Well there’s a lot to do In the House Of Bamboo. Number fifty-four, The house with the bamboo door, Bamboo roof and bamboo walls, It’s even got a bamboo floor! In the House Of Bamboo. Number fifty-four, The house with the bamboo door, Bamboo roof and bamboo walls, It’s even got a bamboo floor! In the House Of Bamboo.

I went to her window Asked her what she got Said the special today Is my eight piece box You can eat some now, Or you can eat some later Or You can warm ‘em back up With your french fried potatoes Yeah I was snackin’ all night, It’s all right, all right Got a eight piece box Yeah I was snackin’ all night, it’s all right, all right Got a eight piece box Well she laid it on the table and gave me a grin Opened that box up and said Ricky, won’t ya dig on in Well, now I started on a thigh And then I grabbed myself a breast My mouth got so full I had to save the rest Yeah I was snackin’ all night, it’s all right, all right Got a eight piece box I was snackin’ all night, it’s all right, all right Got a eight piece box Now my shoulders may be in my stomach And my stomach may be in my brain But smack dab in the middle Is where the all the fun began You can eat some now, you can eat some later You can warm ‘em back up With your french fried potatoes Yes I was snackin’ all night, It’s all right, all right Got a eight piece box Yeah I was snackin’ all night, It’s all right, all right Got a eight piece box Got a eight piece box (x 8)

Honey, Would you eat that snack cracker In your special outfit for me, please? Oooowwwww Yo ye pharoahs, let us walk Through this barren desert In search of truth And some pointy boots And maybe a few snack crackers Ooooo-wheee Baby, you make me You make me Walk Like a camel Oooooo! Walk! Who’s in charge here? Where’s my Captain’s wafers? Don’t go ‘round hungry Baby, lemme see you eat that Nip-a-Chee Awwww, the way you eat that snack cracker Makes me, Makes me wanna Want to walk Walk! Like a Camel! Ohhhhh Lawd Walk! Say, you don’t think there’s any way I can pick up that quarter Underneath your pointy boot, I - I just wanna wander over And get me another oatmeal pie Ohhh Or maybe a Nip-a-Chee Oh, Little Debbie, Little Debbie! I ’m a’comin’ home, baby, Oooooo Lawd You make me walk Like a camel

I been on this road so long it seems That all I can taste is gasoline I been on this road, Lord, mile after mile And it all looks the same to me after a while So crow now rooster it’s the break of day Twenty-four hours and I can’t stay away Fried chicken and gasoline I miss a woman but she don’t miss me Fried chicken and gasoline It’s an empty highway, a cold gray dawn Guess I been on the road just a day too long I get lonesome and sometimes I dream Wake up tasting gasoline Fried chicken and gasoline I miss a woman but she don’t miss me Fried chicken and gasoline Well now she feeds the hungry but she won’t feed the poor And I wonder who’s knocking at her kitchen door I get lonesome and sometimes I dream Wake up tasting of gasoline Fried chicken and gasoline I miss a woman but she don’t miss me Fried chicken and gasoline

Well some folks know about it, Some don’t Some learn to shout it, Some won’t Sooner or later baby, here’s a ditty Say you’re gonna have to Get right down to the Real nitty gritty Let’s get right down to The real nitty gritty Now one, two The nitty gritty goes Yeah, hmmm, Nitty gritty goes Ooooowee Right down to the real nitty gritty, yeah Ooooowee, Ooooo yeah double beatin’ (double beatin’) double beatin’ (double beatin’) Right down to the Nitty Gritty all right Double beatin’ (double beatin’) I keep repeatin’ Let’s get right down to the real nitty gritty Get down! Ooooowee, Ooooo, yeah double beatin’ (double beatin’) double beatin’ (double beatin’) Right down to the Nitty Gritty, all right Double beatin’ (double beatin’) I keep repeatin’ Let’s get right down to the real nitty gritty Well some folks know about it, Some don’t Some learn to shout it, Some won’t Sooner or later baby, here’s a ditty Say you’re gonna have to Get right down to the Real nitty gritty Let’s get right down to The real nitty gritty Now one, two The nitty gritty goes Yeah, hmmm, The nitty gritty goes Ooooowee Say let’s Get down To the real Nitty gritty Now get on down Yeah, say, let’s get right down to the real Nitty Gritty

Well, I had a good daydream but once it’s gone the taste in my mouth seems to linger on Rub my eyes, lookin’ down at my shoes Said, “Man, there’s a lotta things I’d like to do Whole lotta things that I’d like to do A lot in this world that I’d like to do. Well, I never had sex in a hurricane Ran around naked in the pouring rain Never been to New Guinea or built an igloo But that don’t mean that I wouldn’t like to Said a whole lotta things that I’d like to do A lot in this world that I’d like to do Whole lotta things that I’d like to do A lot in this world that I’d like to do I hate clocks and the way they tick Man, it makes me nervous and it makes me itch I itch and I itch ‘til I’m bloody wet Said, “Man there’s a lotta things I ain’t done yet Whole lotta things I ain’t done yet. Well, I’ve never kissed lips tender and true Never had a dollar that I couldn’t lose Ain’t in love, and I ain’t now But that don’t mean I don’t know how Said a whole lotta things that I’d like to do A lot in this world that I’d like to do Whole lotta things that I’d like to do A lot in this world that I’d like to do Well, I had a good daydream but once it’s gone the taste in my mouth seems to linger on Rub my eyes, lookin’ down at my shoes Said, “Man, there’s a lotta things I’d like to do Whole lotta things that I’d like to do A lot in this world that I’d like to do. Well, I never had sex in a hurricane Ran around naked in the pouring rain Never been to New Guinea or built an igloo But that don’t mean that I wouldn’t like to Said a whole lotta things that I’d like to do A lot in this world that I’d like to do Whole lotta things that I’d like to do A lot in this world that I’d like to do Whole lotta Whole lotta Whole lotta Whole lotta Whole lotta things that I’d like to do Whole lotta Whole lotta Whole lotta Whole lotta Whole lotta things that I’d like to do Do it!

It don’t matter if your pants are shiny If your dick is big or your dick is tiny It don’t matter if your wig’s on straight If you show up early and you party too late ‘Cause it’s Soul! City! Soul! City! The mosquitos are big but the women are bigger And them pantyhose make em’ look like winners Rolled up hiked up by the knees They got the party dress on can you smell my breeze ‘Cause it’s Soul! City! Soul! City! Just a lil’ joint with a roof on top Sitting on a stack of cinderblocks Soul! City! Soul! City! Soul! City! Soul! City! It don’t matter if your pants are shiny If your dick is big or your dick is tiny It don’t matter if your wig’s on straight If you show up early and you party too late ‘Cause it’s Soul! City! Soul! City! Just a lil’ joint with a roof on top Sitting on a stack of cinderblocks Soul! City! Soul! City! Yeah Soul! City! Soul! City!

Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Well Mama’s hard at work she’s on back in that kitchen (Day old banana puddin’) And Daddy’s on the sofa he’s a-moanin’ and a-bitchin’ (Day old banana puddin’) Now I need something good and sweet to eat, baby (Day old banana puddin’) Something that’s easy on my gums and my teeth (Day old banana puddin’) Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Ain’t that a slippery groove? Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Well it takes a little time to develop that flavor (Day old banana puddin’) Soak it all up with your vanilla wafer (Day old banana puddin’) So get out your bowl and your wooden spoon ‘Cause I can smell your pudding Clean across this here room (Day old banana puddin’) Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Ain’t that a slippery groove? Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Well Mama’s hard at work she’s still back in that kitchen (Day old banana puddin’) And Daddy’s on the sofa he’s still a-moanin’ and a-bitchin’ (Day old banana puddin’) What goes good with my meat and three? (Day old banana puddin’) Just a little bit of puddin’ and some of that sweet sweet sweet tea (Day old banana puddin’) Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Ain’t that a slippery groove? Banana puddin’, Whoa! Yeah Baby, slippery smooth and in the groove! Yeah Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got I want some day old Something funky with the skin on top Whoa-oh banana puddin’ Something funky that’s what I got Gimme that day old Something funky with the skin on top Whoa-oh banana puddin’ Something funky that’s what I got Gimme that day old Something funky with the skin on top Whoa-oh banana puddin’ Something funky that’s what I got I want some day old Something funky with the skin on top Whoa-oh banana puddin’ Something funky that’s what I got Gimme that day old Something funky with the skin on top Whoa-oh banana puddin’ Something funky that’s what I got Day old and bold, Baby Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got

Broken down, busted on the stateline road Lonesome truck driver on the only pay phone Just my luck, look what just rolled up A one-eyed man in a yellow tow truck I said come on, come on won’t you get it on the rack I got a gig in Vegas and I ain’t lookin’ back Whoa, sweet baby the money we’ll be makin’ It was 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ I been givin’ what the road’s been takin’ It was 40 miles to Vegas when we all started prayin’ Dreaming of eight balls and one-eyed jacks The tow truck driver was high on crack He was talkin’ bout some friends that had died When his head started twitchin, my mouth went dry My man, my man just take it real slow We in no hurry, just keep us on the road I opened up his smokes ‘cause his hand was a-shakin’ I t was 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ I been givin’ what the road’s been takin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ Dreaming of eight balls and a one-eyed jack Tow trucker driver was high on crack He was so high like the desert sky I thought to myself man we’re all gonna die You work so hard just to get to a place Wondering if the catch is worth the chase If I get to where I’m going you know that I’ll be stayin’ It was 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ I been givin’ what the roads been takin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ 40 Miles to Vegas 40 Miles to Vegas 40 Miles to Vegas 40 miles to Vegas 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ It was 40 miles to Vegas

Well I was at a party it was late one night The moon was hidden and there was no light There were two ugly girls on both sides of me I was praying for you, firefly Please, baby, please I said firefly won’t you shine some light (Firefly) Let me see what’s happening tonight (Firefly) Firefly won’t you shine some light (Firefly) Let me see what’s happening tonight Firefly Well this girl she followed me all the way home She said don’t leave me out here in the Dark all alone, all by myself Reaching in my pocket trying to find my keys I was praying for you, firefly Please, baby, please I said firefly won’t you shine some light (Firefly) Let me see what’s happening tonight (Firefly) Firefly won’t you shine some light (Firefly) Let me see what’s happening tonight Firefly Well I was at a party it was late one night, yeah uh huh Moon was hidden and there was no light There was two ugly girls on both sides of me, yeah (It’s all right) I was praying for you, firefly Please, baby, please I said firefly won’t you shine some light (Firefly) Let me see what’s happening tonight (Firefly) Firefly won’t you shine some light ( Firefly) Let me see what’s happening tonight Firefly Yeah what’s going on ‘round here ( Firefly) It’s so dang dark I can’t see a thing (Firefly) I feel a hand slowly creeping up and down my thigh (Firefly) Is it a girl or is it a... Ohhhhhhhh Firefly Firefly Firefly

White trash Don’t you call me that White trash You got no right to call me that You know I love you baby But don’t you think just maybe The way you talk down to me Sends a chill right through me White trash Don’t you call me that White trash Don’t you call me that You saw my tail a-waggin’ You hitched me to your wagon The way you talk down to me Sends a chill right through me White trash No, Don’t you call me that White trash Don’t you call me that You said White trash You got no right to call me that baby You know you make me feel about as low as that red clay dirt I was born in, baby And twice as dirty Oowwww I can still smell the shit in your hair It don’t matter what kind of Perfume you wear You been living in a backwoods tar paper shack didn’t take up 5 minutes to get your suitcases packed White Trash Don’t call me that

Shotgun Shotgun Shotgun Shotgun Your baby’s got one Trouble loves Trouble loves Trouble loves that trouble Pump action Mr. Jackson I was cocked and loaded Woke up in the morning Both my barrels smoking Buck shot salt rock I’m climbing up a ladder Window sills and doctor bills And she keeps getting fatter You’re in trouble boy You better run Here comes your woman With a shotgun Shotgun Shotgun Shotgun Shotgun Your baby’s got one Trouble loves Trouble loves Trouble loves that trouble Got a funky West Virginia Truck stop cowboy hat You cannot buy true love But you can shoot its ass Pawn shop package deal A shotgun and a ring Pink ice, hock the rice, and let the angels sing You’re in trouble boy You better run Here comes your woman With a shotgun Shotgun! You’re in trouble boy You better run Here comes your woman With a shotgun Shotgun Shotgun Shotgun Shotgun Your baby’s got one Trouble loves Trouble loves Trouble loves that trouble Awww, I didn’t mean nothing by that Must be that six-pack family planning

Hey! hey! hey! Hey! hey! hey! Hey! hey! hey! hey! Dance for me! Hey! hey! hey! Dance for me! Ah Ha! ha! ha! Ai Ai Ai hahaha Move your arm like a snake Move like a reptile Hey! hey! hey! Hey! hey! hey! Hey! hey! hey! Dance for me!

Got us a dirt track date Demolition derby, figure-eight Ate my dinner off a paper plate ‘Cause eliminations start at 8 Oh now darlin’ don’t be late We got a dirt track date Round round round round round round I’m Gonna get so drunk you’re gonna have to pick me up off the ground I’m just so lazy, drunk and lazy, No good drunk and lazy So get your hair piled on up high I want you darlin’ by my side Dirt track oval, son of a gun Take what you win, run what you brung With every turn we’ll test our fate We got a dirt track date Round round round round round round I’m gonna get so drunk you’re gonna have to pick me up off the ground ‘Cause I’m just so lazy, Drunk and lazy, No good drunk and lazy Got us a dirt track date Demolition derby figure-eight Ate my dinner off a paper plate Cause Eliminations start at 8 Oh now darlin’ don’t be late We got a dirt track date Round round round round round round I’m gonna get so drunk you’re gonna have to pick me up off the ground ‘Cause I’m just so lazy, Drunk and lazy, No good drunk and lazy