Monkey Time, 2004

Monkey Woman

 

She’s not the kind of woman

Who’s gonna come to stay,

She’s the type of woman

Who comes and goes away.

Don’t try to control her,

She don’t go for that, but

She’ll be your good-time baby

If she like the way you act.

 

Come on, yeah,

Monkey Woman…

 

(Monkey time)

                She got it goin’ on, she got it just like that.

(Monkey time)

                She know what time it is, she know just where it’s at.

(Monkey time)

                She never gonna try to run your life, but

(Monkey time)

                She’ll never hesitate to tell you what she think is right.

 

Come on.

 

Don’t ask her where she’s goin’,

Don’t ask here where she’s been, she’s got

A mind that’s made for finance and a

Body built for sin.

She’s so independent, got to

Cover lots of ground,

But if she think she like you, well,

You can stick around.

 

Come on, yeah,

Monkey Woman…

 

(Monkey time)

                She got it goin’ on, she got it just like that.

(Monkey time)

                She know what time it is, she know just where it’s at.

(Monkey time)

                She never gonna try to run your life, but

(Monkey time)

                She’ll never hesitate to tell you what she think is right.

 

Come on

 

Hey now, Monkey Woman,

Can I be your Monkey Man? If I can’t

See you when I want you , then

I’ll see you when I can.

I know that I will never make you mine, but

I’ll be happy when I get to

See you some time.

 

Come on, yeah,

Monkey Woman…

 

(Monkey time)

                She got it goin’ on, she got it just like that.

(Monkey time)

                She know what time it is, she know just where it’s at.

(Monkey time)

                You know she never gonna tell you what to do.

(Monkey time)

                She loves her freedom, she expects the same from you.

 

Come on.

 

R. Orsi

Copyright, 2004, Big Leg Music

 

 

 

 

 

Love Me Or Leave Me

 

Love me, love me or leave me, any way you wanna do…

Strange things are happenin’, something might happen to you.

 

Midnight caught me cryin, baby, daylight found me cryin’ too…

You better change your ways, pretty baby, something might happen to you.

 

If you know you don’t love me, why in the world won’t you let me be?...

I’d rather live my life without you that to keep on with this misery.

 

Percy Mayfield

 

 

 

 

Little Sister

 

Little sister, don’t you…

Little sister don’t you kiss me once or twice,

Say it’s very nice and then you run.

Little sister, don’t you do what your big sister done.

 

I dated your big sister, I took her to a show.

I went for some candy, and along came Jim Dandy

And they snuck right our the door.

 

Little sister…

 

Every time I see your sister, she’s with somebody new.

She’s mean, and she’s evil, like that little ole boll weevil,

Guess I’ll try my luck with you.

 

Little sister…

 

I used to pull your pigtails, and pinch your turned-up nose.

But you’ve been growin’, and baby, it’s been showin’

From your head down to your toes.

 

Little sister…

 

Doc Pomus

 

 

 

Hoy, Hoy, Hoy

 

Well, I dreamed I’s in heaven, and I saw my baby there…

She had them pearly white teeth and that coal-black wavy hair.

 

Hoy, hoy, hoy.

Hoy, hoy, switch,

Now, jump!

 

Well, my baby’s kisses taste like cherry pie…

I’m gonna love that little girl until the day I die.

 

Hoy, hoy, hoy…

 

Well, I’m so happy, happy as can be…

I love that little girl, and she’s in love with me.

 

Hoy, hoy, hoy…

 

Johnny Jones

 

 

 

Tell Me What I Did Wrong

 

Walk right up to me, baby,

Tell me what did I to wrong?...

I wanna know, you still love me,

Have I stayed away too long?

 

Somethin’ ‘bout you, baby,

That I just don’t understand…

I wanna know you still love me,

Have you found yourself another man?

 

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,

Let’s have a mighty good time…

I wanna know, you still love me,

Have I gone heavy on your mind?

 

James Brown

 

 

Got My Eyes On You

 

Got my eyes on you, baby, you sure look good to me…

You so fine, little baby, just as fine as fine could be.

 

I got my eyes on your hips, the way you switch when you stroll,

When you get that stuff to movin’, Lord, it rocks me to my soul.

 

Got my eyes on you, baby…

 

Got my eyes on your legs, they big, fine and strong,

I like to watch you dancin’, baby all night long.

 

Got my eyes on you, baby…

 

Got my eyes on you, baby, your fine, brown frame,

I’m watchin’ you walk away so I can watch you walkin’ back again.

You sure look good to me.

You so fine, little baby, just as fine as fine can be.

 

The first time I saw you, I had my eyes on you,

Got to make you mine if it’s the last thing that I do.

You sure look good to me.

You so fine, little baby, just as fine as fine can be.

 

Got my eyes on you, baby…

 

R. Orsi, J. Ethier, L. Willey, R. Romano, T. Ethier

Copyright, 1998, Big Leg Music

 

 

 

Walk The Walk

 

Well, it sounds pretty good when I hear you talk that talk…

But what I’m waitain’ to see, is when you gonna walk the walk.

 

You ain’t sayin’ nothin’, man, I ain’t heard before…

Don’t come back until you got somethin’ to show.

 

You think you want say-so? You got to learn to represent…

‘Cause if the life don’t kill ya, it’s gonna leave you badly bent.

 

You got to walk.

You got to walk.

Show me how you walk.

Walk that walk.

I hear ya talk that talk,

When you gonna walk the walk?

 

Before the day I let you stand on my neck…

I’m ‘bout to rise up on ya, make your life a solid wreck.

 

I hear ya talk that talk and it sounds pretty good to me…

But when you walk the walk, that’s what I’m waitin’ to see.

 

You got to walk…

 

R. Orsi

Copyright, 1998, Big Leg Music

 

 

 

 

 

Little By Little

 

Baby, out all night ‘til the break of day,

Rock me up in everything I say.

Little by little, I’m losin’ you, I can see.

Bit by bit, your love slips away from me.

 

What you doin’, babe, ya know that it ain’t right.

I wonder what you doin’ that, uh, take all night?

Little by little…

 

You get so disgusted when I try to kiss you.

I guess I don’t thrill you like I used to do.

Little by little…

 

I tried to trail you last night, baby, in my car, but

I was scared I might find what I was lookin’ for.

Little by little…

 

Mel London

 

 

Howlin’ For My Darlin’

 

She’s hot, like red pepper, sweet, like cherry pie.

I’m so glad she love me, love me all the time.

She’s my little baby, sweet as she can be.

All the love she got, well, it belongs to me.

When you hear me howlin’, howlin’ on my darlin’,

Ooooheee!

 

She wake me in the mornin’, she make the lights go out.

Early in the mornin’, she make me jump and shout.

That bad love she got, make me laugh and cry,

Make me really know that I’m too young to die.

When you hear me howlin’, howlin’ on my darlin’,

Ooooheee!

 

Chester Burnette

 

 

 

 

Bones

 

Let me tell you ‘bout a girl I used to know.

Don’t know where she is now, I knew her while ago.

She had that short curly hair, not too tall,

When she turned sideways, she wasn’t nothin’ at all.

 

She was nothin’ but bones…

I called her Bones.

 

She had some razor-blade hips, cheeks all angles and planes,

Ribs like a picket fence, hatchets for shoulder blades.

But she had that way to love me so,

When she shook them bones, I just couldn’t let her go.

 

She was nothin’ but bones…

 

Don’t know where she is now, but she still cross my mind.

The way she shook them bones, give eyesight to the blind.

Ain’t gon’ tell you all the things I used to make her do,

She say, “Ooohee, Daddy, I’m ‘bout to make it freaky for you…”

 

She was nothin’ but bones…

 

R. Orsi

Copyright, 1998, Big Leg Music

 

 

 

Tell Me

 

Tell me, what in the world can be wrong?...

I woke up this morning, trouble knockin’ at my door.

 

I wonder what the trouble, bringin’ trouble to my door?...

Must be the noise my baby makin’, say she don’t want me here no more.

 

I have to forget it, and let this trouble pass…

Every now and then I wonder how long my trouble gon’ last.

 

All night long, somebody knockin’ at my door…

Must be my trouble, can’t stay here no more.

 

Good bye, good bye, baby, got to go…

I can’t lay around here, worried ‘bout your trouble any more.

 

Chester Burnette

 

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