1.Along Came Jones
Lyricist：Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
I plopped down in my easy chair and turned on Channel 2
A bad gunslinger called Salty Sam was chasin' poor Sweet Sue
He trapped her in the old sawmill and said with an evil laugh
'If you don't give me the deed to your ranch, I'll saw you all
in half'
And then he grabbed her, he tied her up
(And then, and then)
He turned on the bandsaw
(And then, and then)
And then along came Jones, tall thin Jones
Slow walkin' Jones, slow talkin' Jones
Along came long, lean, lanky Jones
Commercial came on, so I got up to get myself a snack
You should've seen what was goin' on by the time that I got back
Down in the old abandoned mine, Sweet Sue was havin' fits
That villain said, 'Give me the deed to your ranch or I'll blow
you all to bits'
And then he grabbed her, he tied her up
(And then, and then)
He lit the fuse to the dynamite
(And then, and then)
And then along came Jones, tall thin Jones
Slow walkin' Jones, slow talkin' Jones
Along came long, lean, lanky Jones
I got so bugged, I turned it off and turned on another show
But there was the same old shoot 'em up and the same old rodeo
Salty Sam was tryin' to stuff Sweet Sue in a burlap sack
He said, 'If you don't give me the deed to your ranch
I'm gonna throw you on the railroad tracks'
And then he grabbed her, he tied her up
(And then, and then)
He threw her on the railroad tracks
(And then)
A train started comin'
(And then, and then)
And then along came Jones, tall thin Jones
Slow walkin' Jones, slow talkin' Jones
Along came long, lean, lanky Jones
2.Charlie Brown
Lyricist：Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
Fe-fe, fi-fi, fo-fo, fum
I smell smoke in the auditorium
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me)
That's him on his knees
I know that's him
Yeah, from 7 come 11
Down in the boys' gym
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me)
Who's always writing on the wall？
Who's always goofing in the hall？
Who's always throwing spit balls？
Guess who？ Yeah, you
(Who, me)
Who walks in the classroom, cool and slow？
Who calls the English teacher, Daddy-O？
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me)
Who walks in the classroom, cool and slow？
Who calls the English teacher, Daddy-O？
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me)
3.I'm A Hog For You
I'm A Hog for You Baby
The Coasters
Jerry Leiber ／ Mike Stoller
I'm a hog for you baby, can't get enough of your love
When I go to sleep at night that's what I'm dreaming of
One little piggie went to London
One little piggie went to Hong Kong
This little piggie's comin' over your house
'Cause it'll love you all night long
One little piggie ate pizza
One little piggie ate potato chips
This little piggie's comin' over your house
Gonna level with your sweet lips
4.Little Egypt (Ying-Yang)
Lyricist：Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
I went and bought myself a ticket
And I sat down in the very first row, wo wo
They pulled the curtain but then
When they turned the spotlight way down low, wo wo
Little Egypt came out strotting
Wearing nothing but a button and a bow, wo wo
Singing, 'Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah''
She had a ruby on her tummy
And a diamond big as Texas on her toe, wo wo
She let her hair down
And she did the hoochie koochie real slow, wo wo
When she did her special number on a zebra skin
I thought she'd stop the show, wo wo
Singing, 'Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah''
She did a triple somersault and when she hit the ground
She winked at the audience and then she turned around
She had a picture of a cowboy tattooed on her spine
Saying Phoenix, Arizona, nineteen forty-nine
Yeah, but let me tell you people
Little Egypt doesn't dance there anymore, wo wo
She's too busy mopping
And a taking care of shopping at the store, wo wo
'Cause we got seven kids
And all day long they crawl around the floor, wo wo
Singing, 'Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah''
5.Poison Ivy
Lyricist：Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
Thought by some to not be about a plant at all
But rather a young lady with a social disease
She comes on like a rose but everybody knows
She'll get you in Dutch
You can look but you better not touch
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Late at night while you're sleepin'
Poison ivy comes creepin', around
She's pretty as a daisy
But look out man she's crazy
She'll really do you in
If you let her under your skin
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Late at night while you're sleepin'
Poison ivy comes creepin', around
Measles make you bumpy
And mumps'll make you lumpy
And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch
A common cold'll fool ya
And whooping cough can cool ya
But poison ivy, Lord'll make you itch
You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion
You'll be scratchin' like a hound
The minute you start to mess around
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Late at night while you're sleepin'
Poison ivy comes creepin', around
Measles make you bumpy
And mumps'll make you lumpy
And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch
A common cold'll fool ya
And whooping cough can cool ya
But poison ivy, Lord'll make you itch
You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion
You'll be scratchin' like a hound
The minute you start to mess around
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Late at night while you're sleepin'
Poison ivy comes creepin', around
La da la da la da
La da la da la da
La da la da la da
La da la da la da
6.Run Red Run
Oh, Red went and bought himself a monkey
Got him from a pawn shop broker
Taught that monkey how to guzzle beer
And he taught him out to play stud poker
Last night when they were gambling in the kitchen
The monkey he was taking a beating
The monkey said, 'Red, I'm going to shoot you dead
Because I know darn well you been a cheating.'
Chorus：
Well, run Red run, 'cause he's got the gun
And he's aiming it at your head.
Run Red run, 'cause he's got your gun,
And he's aiming it at your head.
You better get up and wail,
You better move your tail before he fills it full of lead.
Oh, Red jumped up and started to move like a P80-Saber Jet.
He zoomed around the corner, and he disappeared
And everybody started to bet.
The race was on, you know the chase was on
And Red he sure could run,
But, let me tell you sport, don't sell that monkey short,
Because he's a travelling son of a gun.
Repeat Chorus
(Saxophone bridge)
Monkey trapped Red in a parking lot.
Down along the Avenue,
Monkey said, 'Red, you've made a man out of me,
Now I'm going to make a monkey out of you.
Give me your car keys, give me your watch
Give 'em to me or I'll shoot.
I'm gonna put on your brand new Stetson hat
And go to town in your new brown suit.'
Repeat Chorus
7.Yakety Yak
Lyricist：Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
Take out the papers and the trash
Or you don't get no spendin' cash
If you don't scrub that kitchen floor
You ain't gonna rock and roll no more
Yakety yak (don't talk back)
Just finish cleanin' up your room
Let's see that dust fly with that broom
Get all that garbage out of sight
Or you don't go out Friday night
Yakety yak (don't talk back)
You just put on your coat and hat
And walk yourself to the laundromat
And when you finish doin' that
Bring in the dog and put out the cat
Yakety yak (don't talk back)
Don't you give me no dirty looks
Your father's hiphe knows what cooks
Just tell your hoodlum friend outside
You ain't got time to take a ride
Yakety yak (don't talk back)
Yakety yak, yakety yak
Yakety yak, yakety yak
Yakety yak, yakety yak
Yakety yak, yakety yak
8.Young Blood
Lyricist：Jerry Leiber, Doc Pomus, Mike Stoller
I saw her standin' on the corner
A yellow ribbon in her hair
I couldn't stop myself from shoutin'
Look a-there, look a-there
Look a-there, look a-there
Young blood, young blood, young blood
I can't get you out of my mind
I took one look and I was fractured
I tried to walk but I was lame
I tried to talk but I just stuttered
What's your name？ What's your name？
What's your name？ What's your name？
Young blood, young blood, young blood
I can't get you out of my mind
What crazy stuff, she looked so tough
I had to follow her all the way home
Then things went bad, I met her dad
He said, 'You'd better leave my daughter alone'
I couldn't sleep a wink for tryin'
I saw the rising of the sun
And all the night my heart was cryin'
You're the one, you're the one
You're the one, you're the one
Young blood, young blood, young blood
I can't get you out of my mind
Young blood, young blood, young blood
I can't get you out of my mind
9.Down In Mexico
Lyricist：Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
Down in 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 bandanna, plays a blues piano
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash and a black mustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
Well, the first time that I saw him
He was sittin' on a piano stool
I said 'Tell me, dad, when does the fun begin？'
He just winked his eye and said, 'Man, be cool'
He wears a red bandanna, plays a blues piano
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash and a black mustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
In Mexico
All of a sudden in walks this chick
In Mexico
Joe starts playing on a Latin kick
In Mexico
Around her waist she wore three fishnets
In Mexico
She started dancin' with the castanets
In Mexico
I didn't know just what to expect
In Mexico
She threw her arms around my neck
In Mexico
We started dancin' all around the floor
And then she did a dance I never saw before
So if you're south of the border
I mean down in the Mexico
And you wanna get straight, man, don't hesitate
Just look up a cat named Joe
He wears a red bandanna, plays a blues piano
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black mustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
Yeah, como est usted senorita
Come with me to the border
South of the border, that is
In Mexico, yeah in Mexico
You can get your kicks in Mexico
Come with me, baby, come with me
Come with me, crazy, yeah
10.Yakity Yak
Lyricist：Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
Take out those papers and the trash
Or you don't get no spending cash
If you don't sweep that kitchen floor
You ain't gonna rock 'n' roll no more
Yakity yak
Don't talk back
Just finish cleaning up your room
Let's see that dustpan with that broom
Get all that garbage out of sight
Or you don't go out Friday night
Yakity yak
Don't talk back
You just put on your coat and hat
And walk yourself to the laundromat
And when you finish doing that
Bring in the dog and put out the cat
Yakity yak
Don't talk back
Don't you give me no dirty looks
Your father's hip he knows what cooks
Just tell your hoodlum friends outside
You ain't got time to take a ride
Yakity yak
Don't talk back
Yakity yak, yakity yak
Yakity yak, yakity yak
Yakity yak, yakity yak
...
11.Smokey Joe's Cafe (The Robins)
Lyricist：Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
Wah, ah, Smokey Joe's Cafe
Wah, ah, Smokey Joe's Cafe
One day while I was eatin' beans at Smokey Joe's Cafe
Just sittin', diggin' on the scene at Smokey Joe's Cafe
A chick came walkin' through the door, that I had never seen
before
Atleast I never saw her down at Smokey Joe's Cafe
And I started shakin' when she sat right down next to me
Her knees were almost touchin' mine at Smokey Joe's Cafe
A chill was runnin' down my spine at Smokey Joe's Cafe
I could smell her sweet perfume, she smiled at me my heart went
boom
Then everybody in the room at Smokey Joe's Cafe, they said
'Man, be careful! That chick belongs to Smokey Joe'
From behind the counter I saw a man
A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand
He grabbed me by my collar and he began to shout
'You'd better eat up all your beans and boys clear right on
out!'
And I know I'll never eat again at Smokey Joe's Cafe
So we'll never meet again at Smokey Joe's Cafe
Oh, I'd rather eat my chilli beans at Jim's or Jack's or John's
or Gene's
Than take my chances eatin' down at Smokey Joe's Cafe
Oh, I risked my life when that Smokey Joe went crazy fool
Wah, ah, Smokey Joe's Cafe
Wah, ah, Smokey Joe's Cafe
Wah, ah, Smokey Joe's Cafe
Wah, ah, Smokey Joe's Cafe
12.Little Egypt
Lyricist：Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
I went and bought myself a ticket
And I sat down in the very first row, wo wo
They pulled the curtain but then when
They turned the spotlight way down low, wo wo
Little Egypt came out strotting, wearing nothing
But a button and a bow, wo wo, singing
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah''
She had a ruby on her tummy
And a diamond big as Texas on her toe, wo wo
She let her hair down and
She did the hoochie koochie real slow, wo wo
When she did her special number on a zebra skin
I thought she'd stop the show, wo wo, singing
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah'
She did a triple somersault and when she hit the ground
She winked at the audience and then she turned around
She had a picture of a cowboy tattooed on her spine
Saying 'Phoenix, Arizona, 1949'
Yeah, but let me tell you people
Little Egypt doesn't dance there anymore, wo wo
She's too busy mopping and
A taking care of shopping at the store, wo wo
'Cause we got seven kids and all day long
They crawl around the floor, wo wo, singing
'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah'
13.Wake Me, Shake Me
Lyricist：Billy Guy
Why don't you wake me, shake me？
Don't let me sleep too late
Gotta get up in the morning
About a quarter to eight
(Don't you know I'm bound)
I'm bound to my job
(My boss)
My boss is a big, fat slob
Can't even be a minute late
Or the boss will blow his gate
Why don't you wake me, shake me？
Don't let me sleep too late
Gotta get up in the morning
About a quarter to eight
(Don't you know I'm bound)
I'm bound to my garbage truck
(I got a lot)
Got a lot of cans to pick up
Can't even be a minute late
Or the boss will blow his gate
Why don't you wake me, shake me？
Gotta get up in the morning time
About a quarter to eight
I had a dream, I had a dream
I said, 'I looked over yonder'
What did I see
I said, 'Two big garbage trucks'
I said, 'Are coming after me'
Picking up cans, I said, 'Side by side
Why don't you swing down sweet garbage truck？
And let your buddy ride'
Why don't you wake me, shake me？
Don't let me sleep too late
Gotta get up in the morning
About a quarter to eight
(Don't you know I'm bound)
I'm bound to my job
(My boss)
My boss is a big, fat slob
Can't even be a minute late
Or the boss will blow his gate
Why don't you wake me, shake me？
Gotta get up in the morning time
About a quarter to eight
Why don't you wake me, shake me？
Gotta get up in the morning time
About a quarter to eight
Why don't you wake me, shake me？
14.Wait A Minute
Lyricist：Bobby Darin, Don Kirshner
Wait a minute let me understand
While I'm a-sittin' here holdin' your hand
Your tellin' me about the boy next door
Tellin' me that he can offer you more
What a nerve
What a chase
Better put her in a place
Wait a minute
You know that won't get it
If that's the way your love will be
You might as well forget it
Am I correct in hearin' what you say
That you would rather be with him instead
You said that you could travel with him far
You say he's got a brand new Cadillac car
Well, what you mean？
Is that so？
Better let that woman go
Wait a minute
You know that won't get it
If that's the way your love will be
You might as well forget it
I don't go for all the crazy noise
About you datin' all those other boys
If I'm gonna be your only one
I'm not waitin' till your honey's done
You're a riot
And you're tough
Honey, cut out all that stuff
Wait 'a minute
You know that won't get it
If that's the way your love will be
You might as well forget it
I'm gonna tell you for the very last time
If I'm yours, you better be mine
When I come home about a quarter to four
Don't wanna hear the slammin' of the back door
You're bad
And so wild
Stop a messin' with me, child
Wait a minute
You know that won't get it
If that's the way your love will be
You might as well forget it
You might as well forget it
Why, you can just go on on and forget about
The whole cotton pickin' affair
I get so tired
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