Transcribed from Louis Jordan and his Tympany Five, vocal by Louis Jordan,
recorded January 25, 1940.
From Louis
Jordan and His Tympany Five, 1934-1940; The Chronogical Classics, 636.
You catch me beatin' up your chops?
I ought to turn you over to the
cops,
But dig this spiel I'm going to
lay on you, gate,
Don't cop your broom, park the
body and wait.
You run your mouth and I'll run
my business, brother,
You run your mouth and I'll run
my business, brother,
You tell everybody I'm busted,
You talk so much you got me disgusted.
But you run your mouth and I'll
run my business, brother.
You run your mouth and I'll run
my business, brother,
You run your mouth and I'll run
my business, brother,
You start in tellin' me you're
my pal,
And end up tellin' me how to handle
my gal,
You run your mouth and I'll run
my business, brother.
You run your juicy mouth and I'll
run my business, brother,
Just run your juicy mouth and I'll
run my business, brother,
You always tellin' me what to do,
Sayin', "I wouldn't do that if
I was you!"
You run your mouth and I'll run
my business, brother.
Just clap your liver lips and I'll
run my business, brother,
Clap your liver lips and I'll run
my business, brother,
If I'd followed your advice on
how to make dough,
I'd been in the jailhouse long
ago.
You run your mouth and I'll run
my business, brother.
Spoken:
Do you dig me, Jack?
Published 8/14/99.
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