Goodness Sakes Shakes

GOODNESS SAKES SHAKES by Paul Kennelly 12th April 2010


Well, when I was a teen I got to ‘shakin round the place

an my momma, well she told to get out of her face

my Poppa wouldn’t have it, there beneath his roof

lil’ brothers far too busy, a pullin’ on a tooth


Chorus

Oh, I got the Lil’ Richard shakes , Oh for goodness sakes
got my brothel creep boots, an my Teddy Boy suit

with my brillcream hair , tell ma Pa I don’t care
I’m just a shakin’ around, to that Juke box sound



Well, I got myself a geetar, twas a little outa’ tune

the skiffle guys were playin’ on a teachest with a broom

I’m shakin’ here , I’m shakin’ there an then I gets to cry

my Momma needed string so she used my bootlace tie



I’m dancin’ down The Orchid and I find myself a girl

we both find we is shakin’ an I tickles her kiss curl

my legs are really shakin’ and my drainpipes start to steam

so it’s shakey, shakey, shakey, well you know Cat what I mean



and now it’s Monday morning and I find myself at work

I’m twisting and I’m shakin’ , people think that I’m a burk

while combing out my sideboards, I grab a mug of tea

half of it ends down my Drape for all the world to see