Count Basie - Mama Don't Want No Peas an' Rice an' Coconut Oil Lyrics
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Mama Don't Want No Peas an' Rice an' Coconut Oil
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What Are The Lyrics For Mama Don't Want No Peas an' Rice an' Coconut Oil By Count Basie?
Mama don't want no peas an' rice an' coconut oil,
Mama don't want no peas an' rice an' coconut oil, Mama don't want no peas an' rice, Mama don't want no coconut oil, Just a bottle of brandy handy all the day! Mama don't want no gin because it would make her sin, Mama don't want no gin because it would make her sin, Mama don't want no glass o'gin, Because it's bound to make her sin, Says it keeps her hot and bothered all the day! Mama complains she's got a pain across her chest, Mama complains she's got a pain across her chest, Mama complains she's got a pain, And the reason is very plain, And the fruit that papa gave her, it won't digest! Mama she likes the rum, it fills her so with fun, Mama she likes the rum, it fills her so with fun, Mama she likes to have her rum, She says it fills her so with fun, It makes her feel like whoopee all the time! Mama lay down last night to sleep, she says she's feeling cold, Mama lay down last night to sleep, she says she's feeling cold, Mama lay down to sleep, we're told, Mama was feeling very cold, She says that papa must be getting old! |
Who Wrote Mama Don't Want No Peas an' Rice an' Coconut Oil By Count Basie?
L. Wolfe Gilbert, Leon Charles
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