I know a man by the name of Jack
Frost,
Originated the dance they call
"Gettin' Off."
Every night about half past twelve,
You can hear all the pretty gals
yell:
Get off with me,
Honey, bend your knee!
Don't get too strong,
'Cause you can't last long
Gettin' off with me!
Jack goes home and want to be alone;
Can't sleep a wink for the telephone.
Takes the receiver in his hand,
Here's the words he heard from
Mary Anne:
Get off with me,
Honey, bend your knee!
The music's good and hot
It really takes the spot!
Gettin' off with me!
I heard Dirty Clothes said to Gold
Dust Twin,
You ain't been around since the
lord knows when.
Gold Dust began to make a fuss;
I heard Dirty Clothes out in the
tub:
Get off with me,
And I'll let you be,
I hate to hurt
You poor little dirt,
Gettin' off with me!
Jack takes a gal to a Lindberg Hop,
They danced so rough till they
made her stop.
She fell down; they made her go
home,
Because she didn't have the right
clothes on,
Get off with me!
Honey, bend your knee!
She looked so swell
On the day she fell,
Gettin' off with me!
There's a dancing deacon live next
door to me,
He just at the age of sixty-three,
Whenever I get up around the break
of day,
I heard the old lady when she say,
Get off with me,
Honey, bend your knee!
Be careful, old man Jack,
Don't hurt your back,
Gettin' off with me!
Mr. Buren said to Lizzie Ford one
time,
"Ain't seen you 'round in a long,
long time."
He lift up Lizzie's hood,
And say, "Your engine sure look
good!"
Get off with me,
Honey, bend your knee!
Don't go too fast
Or you'll lose your gas
Gettin' off with me!
Published 9/17/99.
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