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The Manhattan Transfer Album


Jukin' (1971)
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Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone
I have my woman by my sideAnd the moon lights up her eyesAnd as I sit I wonder whyShe's already got me halfway 'cross the skyAnd twice as warm inside
Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone
Give me a feelin' that won't dieThe way she loves me makes me wanna cry sometimesWhen I'm feelin' fine she knowsShe makes me come inside 'til I'm blue as the skyAnd twice as mild inside
Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone

Horn solo
Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone
I have my woman by my sideAnd the moon lights up her eyesWhen I'm feelin' fine she knowsShe makes me come takes me clear across the skyAnd twice as wild inside
Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone BoneChicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone BoneChicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone, Chicken Bone Bone(To fade)

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Roof over my head, keep out the rain
Food on the table, I can't complain
When I had no one, you reached out your hand
I want what you give me, but I need a man

We'll not go hungry, we'll never be cold
Long as we have each other to hold
I do without most things, I get by somehow
But I need a man, and I need him now

Nobody special, just the usual kind
Works hard all day and comes home to unwind
I don't care what he looks like if he's just my own


But I know I'll go crazy one more night, more night, one more night alone

Don't need no lectures on what's right for me
Wake up each morning, I know what I see
No one's beside me, can't you understand
From so deep inside me, I need a man

So deep inside me, I need a man
(Repeat six times to fade)

. . .


(Instrumental Intro)

Talk about a reefer of five feet long
Not too fat and not too strong
You get high, but not for long
If you'se a viper

Now I'm the king of everything
Got to get high for to sing
Light that tee and we will see
If you'se a viper

When coke gets dry you know you're high
Everything is hip and dandy
Truck on down to the candy store
Bust your chops on some peppermint candy


Now you know that you been sent
Don't give a damn if you can't pay the rent
The sky is high and so am I
If you'se a viper

(Instrumental)

When coke gets dry you know you're high
Everything is hip and dandy
Truck on down to the candy store
Bust your chops on some peppermint candy
v Now you know everything
Got to get high for to sing
Light that tee and we will see
If you'se a viper

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Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you board young men
They're like a star on summer mornin'
They'll thirst a fear and then they're gone

They'll tell to you some lovin' story
And they make you think that they love you well
Then away they'll go and court some other
And leave you there in grief to dwell

I wish I was on some tall mountain
Where the ivy rocks are black as ink


I'd write a letter to my lost true lover
Whose cheeks are like the mornin' pink

For love is handsome, love is charming
And love is pretty while it's new
But love grows cold as love grows old
And fades away like the mornin' dew
And fades away like the mornin' dew
And fades away like the mornin' dew

. . .


You know I'd chase the roll around Louisiana
'Til I finally got her down in New Orleans
I could not be told nobody keep a hold on Rosianna
So I guess I'd better show 'em what I mean

The man don't live in Louisiana
To make me give up my Rosianna
Thought I'd haul back in Alabama
Ain't no ball and chain about her
They can't keep this boy from tryin'
I'm gonna bring her back if I have to drag her all the way home,
Yes I will

In his big cold hand he ________________my Rosianna
Got me sent up to the pen in Baton Rogue
I caught him lyin' down __________________-with a ball peen hammer
Yes I did
When I left poor Hank he never got up again

The man don't live in Louisiana


To make me give up my Rosianna
Thought I'd haul back in Alabama
Ain't no ball and chain about her
They can't keep this boy from tryin'
I'm gonna bring her back if I have to drag her all the way home,
Yes I will

Fiddle solo

So let the fact be known any mother's grown boy thinks I'm funny
Is gonna find hisself a knot just like poor Hank
Yes he will

'Cause the mother don't live in Louisiana
To make me give up my Rosianna
Thought I'd haul back in Alabama
Ain't no ball and chain about her
They can't keep this boy from tryin'
I'm gonna bring her back if I have to drag her all the way home,
Yes I will

. . .


A sunny disposish will always see you through
When up above the skies are black instead of being blue
Mr. Trouble makes our faces roll on not a smile
Without his saying 'so long' (I'm on my way!)

It really doesn't pay to be a gloomy pill
It's absolutely most ridic, positively sil,
The rain may pitter patter
It really doesn't matter
For life can be delish
with a sunny disposish!


It really doesn't pay to be a gloomy pill
It's absolutely most ridic, positively sil,
The rain may pitter patter
It really doesn't matter
For life can be delish
With a sunny disposish!

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I love coffee, I love tea
I love the Java Jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup (Ah!)

I love java, sweet and hot
Whoops, Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot
Shoot me the pot, and I'll pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup

Oh, slip me a slug from that wonderful mug
And I'll cut a rug, 'till I'm snug in a jug
A slice of onion and-a draw one
Draw one -
(Waiter, waiter, percolator)

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the Java Jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup (Ah!)

Boston bean (soy beans)
I said, them little itty bitty green beans (cabbage and greens)
I'm not keen about a bean
Unless it is a chilly chili bean (Talk it boy!)

I love java, sweet and hot
Whoops, Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot (yeah)
Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup (yeah)

Slip me a slug of that wonderful mug
And I'll cut a rug that's snug in a jug
Drop your nickel in my pot, Joe
Takin' it slow
Waiter, waiter, percolator

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the Java Jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, boy!

. . .


Rosie got religion
Learned it on the farm
Got to New York City, lined a (censored out) in her arm
Got to New York City, Leroy led the way
Made her somethin' special doin' business on Broadway

One more time around Rosie
Hey I'm tuggin' on your sleeve
Won't you give me just
One more time around Rosie
The bus for Cincinnati gettin' ready to leave

Out from Redfield South Dakota
All her friends went to LA
Guess her mama never told her she shoulda flown the other way
'Cause Aunt Betty drive a Cobra up and down the Sunset Strip
In the same old nasty business, but there's cowboys in her ______________.

Yeah gimme
One more time around Rosie
Yeah, let my __________go, yeah
Won't you give me just
One more time around Rosie


One more time please kindly take it slow

One more time around Rosie
Slap me right between the eyes
Won't you give me just one more time around Rosie
Lift me up and slap me with your thighs

I hear Leroy livin' good now
Reads the daily news, drives an eight track El Dorado
Sportin' high Italian shoes
He owes it all to Rosie
Who's the shoes that coin them uptown hotel movies
That made that little Brownie a star

Yeah one more time around Rosie
I'm the one who likes it upside down
Won't you give me
Just one more time around Rosie
Your favorite boy from Muncie's back in town

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(Zoom)
Guided missiles
(Zoom)
Guided missiles --
(Zoom)

Guided missiles, aim at my heart
Down to destroy me, tear me apart
Guided missiles, none of them true
Now I know the enemy is you

Guided missiles, bound to explode
Destroying my heart is your goal
You have succeeded in making me blue
Now I know the enemy is you

You weakened my defenses
With your tender kisses
You knew when you loved me


I never could resist

Now you got me
I hope you'll win
Trusting you was my only sin
But the same guided missiles will get you in the end

You weakened my defenses
With your tender kisses
You knew when you loved me
I never could resist

Now you got me
I hope you'll win
Trusting you was my only sin
But the same guided missiles will get you in the end

. . .


Keep your hands in your pockets
Speak easy when you talk
Whistle while you're workin'
Shuffle when you walk
Let me hear your pockets jingle
Get you jumpin' up and down
And if you ain't got a single, gonna run you out of town

You'd better
Roll Daddy, Roll
Groovin' it fast and fine
You better roll daddy roll
Movin' down the line
Listen to me Mister, you got no chance to dance with my sister
Roll on, roll on,
One more time

Listen hard to what I'm sayin'
Don't give me no funky jive
Gonna get you after midnight
While you sleep inside your bed
Lay my stick down on you, right upside your head


If you don't
Roll Daddy, Roll
Groovin' it fast and fine
You better roll daddy roll
Movin' down the line
Listen to me brother, I got no use for you and you'd better
Roll Daddy, Roll
Groovin' it fast and fine
You better roll daddy roll
Movin' down the line
Listen to me brother, got no chance to dance with my mother

(Background: Roll Daddy, Roll, Roll, repeated)

Roll on, roll on,
One more time
Roll on, roll on,
One more time

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