Alright boys, come on...yeah!
Alright kid...bring it on down now!
Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - Americana Deluxe Album Lyrics
Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - Americana Deluxe Lyrics
Writer: SCOTT MORRIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Mr. Pinstripe Suit
And now friends let me tell you about this cat that I once met
Smooth talker with an export cigarette
I don't believe I ever saw him without a cocktail in his hand
And no one swings as hard to the big bad voodoo band
Now he strolls through the city like a big ol' alley cat
With his pinstripe suit and a big bad voodoo hat
I don't believe I ever saw him without a kitten on his hand
And no one swings as hard to the big bad voodoo band
Hey Mr. Pinstripe Suit, hey Mr. Hi De Hi De Ho
Well I know you got the answers we all wanna know
Hey Mr. Wingtip Shoes, hey Mr. Always On The Go
Well I know you got the answers we all wanna know
That's right Jack
Pinstripe Suit swing
Hey Mr. Pinstripe Suit, hey Mr. Hi De Hi De Ho
Well I know you got the answers we all wanna know
Mr. Wingtip Shoes, hey Mr. Always On The Go
Well I know you got the answers we all wanna know
Well I know you got the answers we all wanna know
Well I know you got the answers, yeah, we all wanna know
Smooth talker with an export cigarette
I don't believe I ever saw him without a cocktail in his hand
And no one swings as hard to the big bad voodoo band
Now he strolls through the city like a big ol' alley cat
With his pinstripe suit and a big bad voodoo hat
I don't believe I ever saw him without a kitten on his hand
And no one swings as hard to the big bad voodoo band
Hey Mr. Pinstripe Suit, hey Mr. Hi De Hi De Ho
Well I know you got the answers we all wanna know
Hey Mr. Wingtip Shoes, hey Mr. Always On The Go
Well I know you got the answers we all wanna know
That's right Jack
Pinstripe Suit swing
Hey Mr. Pinstripe Suit, hey Mr. Hi De Hi De Ho
Well I know you got the answers we all wanna know
Mr. Wingtip Shoes, hey Mr. Always On The Go
Well I know you got the answers we all wanna know
Well I know you got the answers we all wanna know
Well I know you got the answers, yeah, we all wanna know
Writer: SCOTT MORRIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
King of Swing
When you feel your bones a shakin,
and your temperature is risen,
and the groove begins to move you,
it's the King of Swing....
'King of Swing'
When you see those fires' burnin,
and your fever is a risin
An the drums begin a poundin
It's the King of Swing...
'King of Swing'
'King of Swing'
'King of Swing'
and your temperature is risen,
and the groove begins to move you,
it's the King of Swing....
'King of Swing'
When you see those fires' burnin,
and your fever is a risin
An the drums begin a poundin
It's the King of Swing...
'King of Swing'
'King of Swing'
'King of Swing'
Writer: SCOTT MORRIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Minnie The Moocher
Folks, here's a story about Minnie the Moocher
She was a red hot hoochie-koocher
She was the roughest, toughest frail
But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale
Hidee hidee hidee hi
Oh oh oh oh
Hee dee hee dee hee dee hee
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
She messed around with a bloke named Smoky
She loved him though he was cokey
He took her down to Chinatown
And he showed her how to kick the gong around
Hidee hidee hidee hi
Oh oh oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh ho ho ho
She had a dream about the King of Sweden
He gave her things that she was needin'
He gave her a home built of gold and steel
A diamond car with platinum wheels
Hidee hidee hidee hidee hidee hidee hi
Hodee hodee hodee hodee hodee oh
Skeedle a booka diki biki skeedly beeka gookity woop
A booriki booriki booriki Hoy
He gave her his townhouse and his racing horses
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses
She had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes
She sat around and counted them all a million times
Hidee hidee hidee hi
Hooh whoaa oh oh whoa
Hidee hidee hidee hi
Poor Min, Poor Min, Poor Min
She was a red hot hoochie-koocher
She was the roughest, toughest frail
But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale
Hidee hidee hidee hi
Oh oh oh oh
Hee dee hee dee hee dee hee
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
She messed around with a bloke named Smoky
She loved him though he was cokey
He took her down to Chinatown
And he showed her how to kick the gong around
Hidee hidee hidee hi
Oh oh oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh ho ho ho
She had a dream about the King of Sweden
He gave her things that she was needin'
He gave her a home built of gold and steel
A diamond car with platinum wheels
Hidee hidee hidee hidee hidee hidee hi
Hodee hodee hodee hodee hodee oh
Skeedle a booka diki biki skeedly beeka gookity woop
A booriki booriki booriki Hoy
He gave her his townhouse and his racing horses
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses
She had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes
She sat around and counted them all a million times
Hidee hidee hidee hi
Hooh whoaa oh oh whoa
Hidee hidee hidee hi
Poor Min, Poor Min, Poor Min
Writer: CAB CALLOWAY, CLARENCE GASKILL, IRVING MILLS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
You and Me and The Bottle Makes 3 Tonight
Hey Jack...I know what your thinking
That now's as good as any to start drinking
Hey Scotty...Yeah...What's it gonna be
A gin & tonic sounds might mighty good to me
Man I know I gotta go it's the same thing every time
But I don't think another drinks' gonna make me lose my mind
So I think about my next drink
And it's you & me and the bottle makes 3 tonight
Well I know this cat named Moe
He wanders to and fro
His and my favorite waterin' hole
I said Hey Moe, how you doing, where have you been
He said, I've been fine with my whiskey, wine and gin
Man I know I gotta go it's the same thing every time
But I don't think another drinks' gonna make me lose my mind
So I think about my next drink
And it's you & me and the bottle makes 3 tonight
That now's as good as any to start drinking
Hey Scotty...Yeah...What's it gonna be
A gin & tonic sounds might mighty good to me
Man I know I gotta go it's the same thing every time
But I don't think another drinks' gonna make me lose my mind
So I think about my next drink
And it's you & me and the bottle makes 3 tonight
Well I know this cat named Moe
He wanders to and fro
His and my favorite waterin' hole
I said Hey Moe, how you doing, where have you been
He said, I've been fine with my whiskey, wine and gin
Man I know I gotta go it's the same thing every time
But I don't think another drinks' gonna make me lose my mind
So I think about my next drink
And it's you & me and the bottle makes 3 tonight
Writer: GARY BARLOW
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Jump With My Baby
I wanna jump with my baby and I don't mean maybe tonight
I wanna jump with my baby and I don't mean maybe tonight
I wanna jump all night it's gonna be all right with her
I wanna swing with my baby and I don't mean maybe tonight
I wanna swing with my baby and I don't mean maybe tonight
I'm gonna swing all night it's gonna be all right with her
I'm gonna jump with my baby tonight
I'm gonna jump with my baby tonight
I'm gonna jump all night its gonna be alright with her
I wanna jump with my baby and I don't mean maybe tonight
I wanna jump all night it's gonna be all right with her
I wanna swing with my baby and I don't mean maybe tonight
I wanna swing with my baby and I don't mean maybe tonight
I'm gonna swing all night it's gonna be all right with her
I'm gonna jump with my baby tonight
I'm gonna jump with my baby tonight
I'm gonna jump all night its gonna be alright with her
Writer: SCOTT MORRIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Maddest Kind Of Love
"The maddest kind of love,
is a love you know is wrong,
it burns a hole, right through your soul,
and cuts you like a knife.
The maddest kind of love,
is a love you know won't last,
it fills your heart with passion,
makes you lie about your past,
you know I speak from experience,
livin' each day,
its something she does,
something she'll say.
Its the maddest kind of love.
The maddest kind of love,
is a love just for the thrill,
it doesn't have a conscience,
only lives, for the kill.
The maddest kind of love
is a love you know's a lie,
it leaves feeling empty,
too weak, too cold to cry.
You know I speak from experience,
livin' each day,
it's something she'll do,
something she'll say.
Its the maddest kind of love.
Its a mad, mad love.
Its the maddest kind of love.
Its a mad, mad love.
wooooooooo yeah,
You know I speak from experience,
livin' each day,
its something she does,
its something she'll say,
its the maddest kind of love,
its a mad, mad love,
its a maddest kind of love,
its a mad, mad love,
ooooooooooh yeah, you're in love
(yeah),
don't fall in love...
ooooooooooooooooooooooh..."
is a love you know is wrong,
it burns a hole, right through your soul,
and cuts you like a knife.
The maddest kind of love,
is a love you know won't last,
it fills your heart with passion,
makes you lie about your past,
you know I speak from experience,
livin' each day,
its something she does,
something she'll say.
Its the maddest kind of love.
The maddest kind of love,
is a love just for the thrill,
it doesn't have a conscience,
only lives, for the kill.
The maddest kind of love
is a love you know's a lie,
it leaves feeling empty,
too weak, too cold to cry.
You know I speak from experience,
livin' each day,
it's something she'll do,
something she'll say.
Its the maddest kind of love.
Its a mad, mad love.
Its the maddest kind of love.
Its a mad, mad love.
wooooooooo yeah,
You know I speak from experience,
livin' each day,
its something she does,
its something she'll say,
its the maddest kind of love,
its a mad, mad love,
its a maddest kind of love,
its a mad, mad love,
ooooooooooh yeah, you're in love
(yeah),
don't fall in love...
ooooooooooooooooooooooh..."
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Go Daddy-O
Go Daddy-O
Go Daddy-O
Go Daddy-O
Go Daddy-O
Go Daddy-O
Go Daddy-O
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
You gotta go Daddy-O
Go Daddy-O
Go Daddy-O
Go Daddy-O
Go Daddy-O
Go Daddy-O
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
You gotta go Daddy-O
Writer: SCOTT MORRIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Please Baby
Please baby, let's get it right
I don't think I can take it, one more night
I know I love you, I love you
I love you as though the stars are mine
So please baby, show me that you are mine
Please baby, let's not fight
I don't think I can take it, one more night
I know I love you, I love you
I love you as though the stars are mine
So please baby, show me that you are mine
Please baby, let's keep it right
I wanna make love to you baby all through the night
I know I love you, I love you
I love you as though the stars are mine
So please baby, show me that you are mine
I don't think I can take it, one more night
I know I love you, I love you
I love you as though the stars are mine
So please baby, show me that you are mine
Please baby, let's not fight
I don't think I can take it, one more night
I know I love you, I love you
I love you as though the stars are mine
So please baby, show me that you are mine
Please baby, let's keep it right
I wanna make love to you baby all through the night
I know I love you, I love you
I love you as though the stars are mine
So please baby, show me that you are mine
Writer: SCOTTY A. MORRIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Mambo Swing
Swingin through the jungle
I have sailed the 7 sea's
King of the monkeys and nothing bothers me
I wanna fly right through the sky. I wanna touch the moon
But I hear it call me and I have to go back soon
Fires in the city. There was dancin in the streets
More than a scene and mambo was the king
I wanna fly right back through time. Like a fever without care
And I hear it calling me and I wanna take you there
So please Baby, show me that you are mine
I have sailed the 7 sea's
King of the monkeys and nothing bothers me
I wanna fly right through the sky. I wanna touch the moon
But I hear it call me and I have to go back soon
Fires in the city. There was dancin in the streets
More than a scene and mambo was the king
I wanna fly right back through time. Like a fever without care
And I hear it calling me and I wanna take you there
So please Baby, show me that you are mine
Writer: SCOTT MORRIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Jumpin Jack
When you hit the dance floor you gotta be jumpin jack
Jump on in jump with your baby
Like a wild train rollin right down you track
Wow wow you just can't stop it
Like a wild train rollin right down your track
Wow wow watch it watch it
Jump on in jump with your baby
Like a wild train rollin right down you track
Wow wow you just can't stop it
Like a wild train rollin right down your track
Wow wow watch it watch it
Writer: Duke Ellington, Irving Mills, Scotty A Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
So Long-Farewell-Goodbye
(Scotty Morris)
So long my friends, farewell goodbye
I'd love to stay an play and sing for awhile,
But it's time to hit the road and say goodbye
So long farewell goodbye
Goodbye to my friends I'm glad you were here
It's time for us to go and get another beer
Well I'd like to see your smiling faces again
So goodbye my friends bye-bye
Thank you for the open invitation
Your kind applause and adulation,
But look at the time lord we got to fly
So long farewell baby bye-bye
Hey there now friends, it's time to go,
But we'll return and do another show
When we come back drop in and say hi
So long farewell bye-bye
So long farewell baby bye-bye,
And now we're leaving with tears in our eyes
We'll be back soon so don't you cry
So long farewell bye-bye
So long my friends, farewell goodbye
I'd love to stay an play and sing for awhile,
But it's time to hit the road and say goodbye
So long farewell goodbye
Goodbye to my friends I'm glad you were here
It's time for us to go and get another beer
Well I'd like to see your smiling faces again
So goodbye my friends bye-bye
Thank you for the open invitation
Your kind applause and adulation,
But look at the time lord we got to fly
So long farewell baby bye-bye
Hey there now friends, it's time to go,
But we'll return and do another show
When we come back drop in and say hi
So long farewell bye-bye
So long farewell baby bye-bye,
And now we're leaving with tears in our eyes
We'll be back soon so don't you cry
So long farewell bye-bye
Writer: SCOTTY A. MORRIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Americana Deluxe is the second studio album by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. This album is also sometimes called Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, as the album cover prominently displays a stylized "Big Bad Voodoo Daddy" logo and does not feature the phrase "Americana Deluxe" on it. However, the liner notes and the band's website clearly show that the title is Americana Deluxe.
Performed By:
Big Bad Voodoo DaddyGenre(s): Swing revival, Swing
Length: 54:21
Released: February 24th, 1998
Year: 1998