Tongue Tie Baby
Ah that's the beat!Ah carry me down to Kingston Market!
Last night I had a romance with a tongue tie ladyWho confess that she so love me.Last night I had a romance with a tongue tie ladyWho then confess that she so love me.
She said, "Dear, I'm all alone at home tonight.You can visit while me grandmoddah gone out o' sight."But later on, when I want to hug and kiss,With the tie tongue language she sayin' this:
I' twenty-five to twelve. Get up!Me gwandmoddah comin' twelve o'cock.I' twenty-five to twelve. Get up!Me gwandmoddah comin' twelve o'cock.
Well friends, now let me tell you, I'm a man of passionWhen a pagan1 beauty catch me eye.This lovely flower bud, she set me teeth a-gnashin'.2When I see her, Lord, I moan and sigh.3But on the sofa, I decide to sneak a small caress.Later on maybe try a little stupidness.She push me back, she start to break away.In the same tie tongue language again she say:
I' twenty to twelve. Please get up!Me gwandmoddah comin' twelve o'cock.Twenty-five to, no twenty, twenty to twelve.Get up Hawwy! Hm!
Well by this time I really was exasperatedAt her manner of rejecting me.I tell you, out of all the things the Lord created,De woman make the worse calamity.On the sofa, again I try to sneak a kiss,Later on, to convince her of some greater bliss.Right away, but in a voice not quite so strong,She start to sing she tie tongue song:
I' quahtah to twelve, Hawwy get up! Hawwy!Me gwandmoddah comin', I tell you honey.I' quahtah to twelve, Hawwy get up!Me gwandmoddah comin' twelve o'cock.
Now friends you know a man, he should not be frustratedWhen chasing some delectability.4But I know this problem never will be eliminatedUntil I'm reaching my senility.By this time, I can see that she is getting weak.Me blood pressure rising to the danger peak.When I feel the romance coming soon,Right away she crooning the tongue tie tune:
Ten to twelve. Hawwy get up!Me gwandmoddah, darlin', she comin' a' twelve o'cock.Hawwy, i', i' ten to twelve. Now come on, get up! Hawwy!
Well, right away me brain receive5 a revelation,How to make the fruit fall off the tree.If I want a chance to integrate me situation,I got to talk some other talk for she.Right away, marriage talk was comin' out me mout'.She smile, the conquest is no long' in doubt.But before she reach insanity,With the last chance whisper, she telling me:
I' twelve o'cock. Hawwy! Hawwy! Hawwy! I' twelve o'cock!Hawwy i' twelve o'cock and me gwandmoddah comin'.<incoherent babbling> OH NO!Hawwy! Hawwy! Hawwy! Hawwy! Ha . . .Oh hello Granny. I want you to meet me friend Harry.