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Dr. John Album


The Very Best of Dr. John (1995)
1995
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Right Place Wrong Time
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Honeydripper
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Right Place Wrong Time

[No lyrics]

. . .


Such a night, it's such a night
Sweet confusion under the moonlight
Such a night, such a night
To steal away, the time is right

Your eyes caught mine, and at a glance
You let me know that this was my chance
But you came here with my best friend Jim
And here I am, tryin' to steal you away from him

Oh, but if I don't do it, you know somebody else will
If I don't do it, you know somebody else will
If I don't do it, you know somebody else will
If I don't do it, you know somebody else will

And it's such a night, it's such a night
Sweet confusion under the moonlight
It's such a night, such a night
To steal away, the time is right

Yeah, I couldn't believe my ear
And my heart just skipped a beat
When you told me to take you walkin' down the street
Oh yeah, you came here with my best friend Jim
Here I am, I'm stealin' you away from him

Oh, but if I don't do it, you know somebody else will
If I don't do it, you know somebody else will
If I don't do it, you know somebody else will
If I don't do it, you know somebody else will

'Cause it's such a night

. . .


Mama Roux
She was the queen of the little red, white and blue
Mama Roux
She was the queen of the little red, white and blue

Said ooo why can't cha spy boy
Prepare yourself to die boy
Medicine man got heap strong power
You know better than to mess with me

Mama Roux
(growl)
Mama Roux
(growl)

If you see a spy, boy, sittin' in the bush
Mess 'em on the head and give him a push
Get out the dishes, get out the pans
Move, he fast for the medicine man

Mama Roux
(growl)
Mama Roux
(growl)

The Queen is comin', ooo, un ba may
Queen is coming to way pocky way

Better not get in the way
Got the second line fever today

Singin' wham bam hang ham
Come on down boy and follow me
Wham bam thank you mam
Come on boy and follow me

Mama Roux
She was the queen of the little red, white and blue
Mama Roux
She was the queen of the little red, white and blue

Chica chica chica chica
Chica chica chica chica
Chica chica chica chica
Chica chica chica chica
wham bam thank you mam
Come boy now follow me
Wham bam hang ham
Come on boy now follow me
Wham bam scram sam
Come on boy and follow me

. . .


Down the road come-a Junko Partner
Boy, he was loaded as can be
Boy, he was knocked down, knocked down loaded
You know he wobbled all over the street.

Singing six months ain't no sentence
Thought that one year ain't no time
They got bars up on Ponderosa
So every night, tonight's the night

If I had, if I had, if I had, a million dollars
Just-a one million to call my own
I would buy me the land around Parish Prison
And I would throw me a big movie phone?
Alright

Down the road, down the road, down the road
Here he comes, Mr. Jones
Whoo boy, you're on your back so hard
Got to say lordy-ho
If a penny make a nickel, a nickel make a dime
A dime will make you half, a half will make a dollar
Make you ha-a-a-ller

Give me whisky
When I get a little frisky
Cus it's-a mighty good drink
When you get a little dry

Give me tobacco-o-o
When I get a little sickly
But give me heroin
Before I die

Down the road, down the road, down the road
Come Junko Partner (Partner, Partner, Partner)
Boy he was loaded as can be
But he was knocked knocked knocked, he was knocked out loaded
Don't you know he wobbled, yes, all over the street

. . .


Wash woman,
I know you're tired
Of taking in clothes
A dollar three-eighty a day
Know your back is hurtin'
And that's for certain
Been bendin' over half of the day.

You're beatin' clothes on a washtub
Scrub 'em in an iron tub.
Long as we keep on singin' this song
I know you won't mind workin'
All night long ...

I know you rub-a-dubba-dubba,
Mama, bust them suds
(Scrub, Mama scrub)
Again you rub-a-dubba-dubba,
Mama, bust them suds
(Scrub, Mama scrub)

'kay now, mama
You gonna never play
For the livin' in '44
Ain't gonna come a rainy day.

Keep on working
Keep those shirts and drawers
a-jerking
As long as we keep on rolling on
You won't mind doing it all night long

You got to rub-a-dubba-dubba,
Mama, bust them suds
(Scrub, Mama scrub)
Hey now, you gotta rub-a-dubba-dubba,
Mama, bust them suds
Scrub, Mama scrub

(Spoken:
If you stop playin' them numbers,
I tell you up front
You may be able to save the whole family
At the rate the things you're doin' is goin'
We may all be out on the street come morning)

I tell you, Mama
Your dreams won't help at all
You might lose your mind in alcohol
And that ain't gonna get it a't'all.

Listen at me, Mama
Please hear my song
Long as you keep bustin' suds
I tell you gonna get it on and on

Hey now can you rub-a-dubba-dubba,
Mama, bust them suds
(Scrub, Mama scrub)
Hey now won't you rub-a-dubba-dubba,
Mama, bust them suds
(Scrub, Mama scrub)

(Fadeout)
Hey now you got a rub it
And then you dub it down
Can you dig it?
After you rub it a while
You dub it in the tub down there
With that soapy water
All over them dirty clothes.
You're gonna need Tide for the action
You see them come out of the washing machine...

. . .


Sky full of moon
The night owl was born
Gabriel was blowin'
On a little foghorn

The prince in his own bed?
Going vulture culture
Walking with the queen
To a hoodoo dream

Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Don't you know you want to holler
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Know you're going down on a dollar
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Don't you know you want to holler
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Why you want to holler when you know you want to swallow

The Loop Garoo
Goin' down to junk anew?
The Loop Garoo
I'm goin' put my hook to you

That bayou water
Running through my vein
Pot lentils burning
Holes in my brain

Coming back home
To the oyster bays
Didn't leave nothing behind
But some old crawfish heads

Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Don't you know you want to holler
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Don't you know you're going down on a dollar
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Don't you know you want to holler
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
But you want to holler when you know you want to swallow

Loop Garoo
Goin down to junk anew?
Loop Garoo
Goin' put my hook to you

Mind keep on keeping on
And a-rolling on
West wind be blowing my sail
Down on Bayou Pompom?

See the green grass growing
Down by my liquor still
Ain't seen nothing like a greenback
On a dollar bill

Tra-la-la-la-la-la
You know I'm going down on a dollar
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Don't you know that I want to holler
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
I'm goin' down there for a dollar
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Wonder why you want to holler, no, then you want to swallow

Loop Garoo
Goin' put my hook on you
Checking out Loop Garoo
Goin down to junk anew?
Loop Garoo
Goin down to junk anew?

. . .


Hey now (hey now)
Hey now (hey now)
Iko iko un day
Jockomo feeno ah na nay
Jockomo feena nay

Hey now (hey now)
Hey now (hey now)
Iko iko un day
Jockomo feeno ah na nay
Jockomo feena nay

My grandma see your grandpa
Sitting by the Bayou
My grandma see your grandpa
Gonna fix your chicken wire

Hey now (hey now)
Hey now (hey now)
Iko iko un day
Jockomo feeno ah na nay
Jockomo feena nay

My spy dog see your spy dog
Sitting by the Bayou
My spy dog see your spy dog
Gonna set your tail on fire

Hey now (hey now)
Hey now (hey now)
Iko iko un day
Jockomo feeno ah na nay
Jockomo feena nay

My little boy see your little boy
Sitting by the Bayou
My little boy see your little boy
Gonna fix your chicken wire

Hey now (hey now)
Hey now (hey now)
Iko iko un day
Jockomo feeno ah na nay
Jockomo feena nay

My grandma see your grandma
Sitting by the Bayou
My grandma see your grandma
Gonna fix your chicken wire

Hey now (hey now)
Hey now (hey now)
Iko iko un day
Jockomo feeno ah na nay
Jockomo feena nay

. . .


Tipitina tra la la la
Tipitina tra la la la
Tipitina, oola malla walla dalla*
Won't you tra la, 'tina

Hey Roberta, oh Roberta!
Can you hear me callin' you
You are three times seven, baby
And you know what you want to do

Hey now boy, we're going down on the cow-wa
We're sure gone have a good time
We gonna tralla hoola malla walla
With a belly full of wine.

* Means "little mama wants a dollar."

. . .


Jump Sturdy Jump Sturdy was her name
she came out the swamps like a crazy fool
Jump Sturdy Jump Sturdy was her name
she came out the swamps like a crazy fool
(Jump Sturdy)
Jump Sturdy Jump Sturdy was her name
she came out the swamps like a crazy fool
Jump Sturdy Jump Sturdy was her name
(jump sturdy)
Jump Sturdy Jump Sturdy was her name
she came out the swamps like a crazy fool
(she came, she came...)

People say she used to dance with the fish
some people say she juggled fire in a dish
clear day on the Bayou St. John
she raised her hands and caused a 'lectrical storm

She was a treacherous lady
she never met much harm
one day she ducked past the station house
she turned on the fire alarm

Somehow she got tangled up with Queen Julia Jackson
down on Melpomene and Erato Street
Queen Julia Jackson dropped a zozola brick
and Jump Sturdy died with her soul in defeat

Jump Sturdy Jump Sturdy was her name
she came out the swamps like a crazy fool
Jump Sturdy Jump Sturdy was her name
she came out the swamps like a crazy fool
(jump sturdy)
Jump Sturdy Jump Sturdy was her name
she came out the swamps like a crazy fool
(she came, she came...)
Jump Sturdy Jump Sturdy was her name
(Jump Sturdy now)
she came out the swamps like a crazy fool
(she came, she came...)
jump sturdy
jump sturdy
was her name

. . .


Lookey here
Better hurry up and check it out
Lookey here, lookey here

Your steak ain't no hipper than my porkchop
Your Cadillac ain't no hipper than my bus stop
Your champagne ain't no hipper than my soda pop

Lookey here, I'm ready to take care of business
Have no fear, I'm already here

I'll Tell you now (I'm qualified)
You know that I'm qualified
(You know that I'm qualified)

Your top hat ain't no better than my ginger brown
And your sharp skin ain't no badder than my Levis Jim
The money you got, it ain't no better than a higher spending man's

All I've got is a little bit of common sense
I believe in my heart, the best e.d. is experience

I'll tell you now (I'm qualified)
You know that I'm qualified
(You know that I'm qualiied)


You may find me in a project slum
Be hanging out with all the skid row bums
I may be sick and I may seem dumb
That don't mean you know where I'm coming from

Look out kid
Just make a little room for

Your social life ain't no better than my hot dog stand
Your edu-ma-cation ain't no hipper than what you understand
Your woman that you got she ain't no hipper than a hot loving band

I got the power to control
I can see clean through your blind mole?
And I want to tell you now (I'm qualified)
You know that I'm qualified
(You know that I'm qualiied)

(Fadeout)
Look at me, I'm filling up in class
And you better watch out, I'm stepping up fast
And I ain't a jacket on me, I've been hanging out in the projects
Hangin' out with all you rednecks
you rubbernecks and rejects...

. . .


Don't you hang me out on no limb
I don't understand cus I can't swim
Don't space me out on no reef
If I got a pretty bad idea

I don't want no excuses
I want to see some results
Don't try and cut me out
Girl, let me check your pulse

What goes around
Comes around
What goes around
Goes around
What goes around
Comes around
What comes around
Goes around
And the way it goes up,
The way it drops down, down, down

I don't want no alibi
Down the bye?
I don't need no way to tell ya
Your love could be more sharin'

Don't want to hear no excuses
I just want to see some results
Yeah, Annie don't you get in my boat.
Girl, still, I'll check your pulse.

What goes around
Comes around
What goes around
Goes around
What goes around
Comes around
What comes around
Goes around
The way it goes up
The way it drops down, down, down

. . .


Mos' Scocious

I really wanna do you up so bad
Mos' Scocious
Down, get down, inside your love
Mos' Scocious
Baby come on out your satchel
Mos' Scocious
Do the thing so natural
Mos' Scocious

Don't you tell what you D-I-D
Can't show me how it T-I is
Take care of your B-I-Z
Sell out no L-O-V-E

Bodacious, hellacious Y-O-U
Mos' Scocious
Why catch up for you know who?
Mos' Scocious and soulful baby
I've got beaucoup love for you
Crazy over you
Mos' Scocious
Crazy over you

Stimulation to my body
(Whatcha doin to me, Whatcha doin to me)
Is a heavenly feelin' to my soul
(Whatcha doin to me, Whatcha doin to me)
To learn in my heart, I've got your lovin',
I've got your love
(Whatcha doin to me, Whatcha doin to me)
It is soulful as it is bold
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Haven't I ever felt nobody like you?
Mos' Scocious
Mos' Scocious
Let me fill your ship with love
Mos' Scocious
Let me fill your life with happiness
Mos' Scocious
Let me fill your heart with love, huh
Mos' Scocious
Mos' Scocious
Yes, soulful baby
Mos' Scocious
Crazy over you
(fadeout)

. . .


Some people think they jive me
But I know they must be crazy
Don't see dey misfortune
Guess they just too lazy

J'suis le Grand Zombie
My yellow belt of choison
Ain't afraid of no tom cat
Fill my brains with poison

Walk thru the fire
Fly thru the smoke
See my enemy
At the end of dey rope

Walk on pins and needles
See what they can do
Walk on guilded splinters
With the King of the Zulu

Kon killy killy kon kon
Walk on guilded splinters

'Ti Alberta ('ti Alberta) ('ti Alberta) ('ti Alberta)

I rolled out my coffin
Drink poison in my chalice
Pride begins to fade
And y'all feel my malice

Put gris-gris on your doorstep
Soon you'll be in the gutter
Melt your heart like butter
A-a-and I can make you stutter

Kon killy killy kon kon
Walk on guilded splinters
Kon killy killy kon kon
Walk on guilded splinters

'Ti Alberta ('ti Alberta) ('ti Alberta) ('ti Alberta)

Kon killy killy kon kon
Walk on guilded splinters
(repeat for most of the rest of the song)

Coco Robichaux
Come on down to my soiree
Bring your parain, your Marie, your Mamie, your Dondi, your cousin
and the whole family
No fine de cose bonne?
La jovial la chandelle?
Se la fais la carabas?
Coco Robichaux
Coco Robichaux
Padre diablo?
Gran come the bride?

With your Coco Robichaux
With your Coco Robichaux

'Ti Alberta ('ti Alberta) ('ti Alberta) ('ti Alberta)

'Ti Alberta ('ti Alberta) ('ti Alberta) ('ti Alberta)

Kon killy killy kon kon
Walk on guilded splinters
Kon killy killy kon kon
Walk on guilded splinters

Coco Robichaux
Dine at the soiree on the bayou....
(goes on in this vein for the rest of the song)

. . .

Honeydripper

[No lyrics]

. . .


Gather around me, everybody gather around me
While I testify, I feel the summer coming on me
And the topic will be same, that's what I'm against
If you wanna hear my story then just chill out
Don't be uptight while I review the attitude of doing right

You've got to ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with mister in between

You've got to spread joy up to the maximum
Bring gloom down to that minimum
Have faith, or pandemonium
Liable to walk up on the scene

To illustrate my last remark
Talking about Jonah in the Whale, Noah in the Arc
What did they do
When everything looked so dark?
Then they said

"We better ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with mister in between, no
Don't mess with mister in between"

To illustrate my last remark
Talking about Jonah in the Whale, Noah in the arc
What did they do
When everything looked so dark?
Then they said

"We better ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive
Eliminate all the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with mister in between, oh
Don't mess with mister in between"

Don't you ever mess with mister inbetween
Don't you mess with mister inbetween
Don't you mess with mister inbetween

. . .


Goin' back home, fe nan e'
To the land of the beautiful queen
Goin back to home to my baby
Goin' back to New Orleans

(Spoken:
On the double, here comes the Neville Brothers!)

Seeing na-na, my parin,
Couzine and my ma and pa
Want to plant my feet on Rampart Street
Be there for the Mardi Gras

Goin' back home, fe nan e'
And never more will I roam
Goin get me fill of that etoufee
Cus New Orleans is my home

(Spoken:
Is that a jumbo jet?
No, that's Big Al comin' to put a hurt on you)

(Spoken:
On the level, there's Charlie Neville)

Get some crawfish, jambalaya
Red beans and fine pralines
Get some lovin' that gonna satisfy
Home in New Orleans

(Neville Brothers)
Goin' back home, fe nan e'
In the land of the Carnival Queen
I'm goin' back home to my baby
Goin' back to New Orleans

I want go back home
Back where I'm little known
Yeah, home, boss
You're home sweet home.

(Here come Pete Fountain)

I want to see some
On that Mardi Gras queen
Good red beans
Baby, I want to go back home
Home, sweet home
Home back to New Orleans

(fade out with the Neville Brothers)
Goin' back home, fe nan e'
In the land of the Carnival Queen
I'm goin' back home to my baby
Goin' back to New Orleans

. . .





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