The boys of the NYPD choir For Christmas day And the bells were ringing out Still singing "Galway Bay" It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew

I'm goin' to Louisiana And get me a mojo hand Cold ground was my bed last night Rocks was my pillow too I lay down thinking Buy me a mojo hand I'm gonna fix my woman so She can't have no other man I woke up this morning, I'm wondering

And nobody's home How it was gonna be Guess we'll have to wait and see When you're talkin' to yourself You can fool yourself You came in this world alone So nobody ever told you baby So what'll happen to you baby

I told ya I was troubled You know that I'm no good You had to be a nasty girl and try to play me I could forgive the past, but I never forget it I cheated myself Like I knew I would

The Shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah As soon as the Shareef was Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin' to the top

Joshua, Joshua Me and Joshua Well a good ways down the railroad track There was this little old rundown shack And in it lived a man I'd never seen Folks said he was a mean and a vicious man And you better not set foot on his land But I didn't think

Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker You're too late to get your supper Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man Washed his face with a fryin' pan Combed his hair with a wagon wheel And died with a toothache in his heel Old Dan Tucker come to town Riding a billy

Joshua, Joshua Me and Joshua Well a good ways down the railroad track There was this little old rundown shack And in it lived a man I'd never seen Folks said he was a mean and a vicious man And you better not set foot on his land But I didn't think

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

We were too damn young to know any better Every time my feet are danglin' in the water I can't help but think about her Lyin' there with her wet hair Didn't know what we were doin' but we didn't care That old wooden dock was warm on our backs A t-shirt