Memphis Jug Band & Gus Cannon's Jug Stompers Follow

He said, ‽Man you got to see her dance”
The way she move to that funky groove
Put something restless in your pants

I ran down to Miss Kitty Kat
You know the place I mean
For my [Incomprehensible] Chiquita
All the way from New Orleans
She make you scream

The way she shake that thing
Put my heart on a string
The way she shake that thing

I layed eyes on a sweet Chiquita
Boys, I'll never be the same
She had that look can't be mistook
Now the way she shook that frame

Made me holler mercy
Mercy don't do me no good
Girl give me such a hard time
Give me a case of wood
Oh, those clothes she wore

The way she shake that thing
Put my heart on a string
The way she shake that thing

Kitty Kat finally folded
When Chiquita ran out on her own
Been a couple of years gone down
She took off for parts unknown

But every now and then, me and my one eyed friend
We remember yesterday
Take our advice, you want somethin' nice
She ever comes your way, guarantee you'll say

The way she shake that thing
Put my heart on a string
The way she shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it