Down in the Mexicali. There's a crazy little place that I know. Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce. And the boss is a cat named Joe. . He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pi-anna.
Take out the papers and the trash. Or you don't get no spendin' cash. You better wax that kitchen flo'. Or you ain't rock 'n rollin' no mo'!. Yakety Yak! (Don't talk back!).
Yes. (Yes). She said yes and what a surprise. Yes. (Yes). She said yes and then closed her eyes. . Yes. (Yes). She said yes and opened her arms. Yes, she opened her arms and said yes.
He's free as the breeze. He's always at ease. He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees. As he swings through the trees. With a trapeze in his B.V.D.s.
(Oh, let's go to Kansas City, now.). I'm going to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.. I'm going to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.. They got some crazy little women there.
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog. Cryin' all the time. You ain't nothin' but a hound dog. Cryin' all the time. Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit.
Hey baby I'm here to tell you about yourself. You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, scratchin' all the time. You ain't nothin' but a hound dog baby, scratchin' all the time.