1.I Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate
Lyricist：Piron A J
I went to a dance with my sister Kate
Everybody there thought she danced so great
I realized a thing or two
When I got wise to something new
When I looked at Kate, she was in a trance
And then I knew it was in her dance
All the boys are going wild
Over sister Katie's style
Oh, I wish I could, I shimmy like my sister Kate
She shimmies like a jelly on a plate
My mama wanted to know last night
What makes the boys think Kate's so nice
Now all the boys in the neighborhood
They know that she can shimmy and it's understood
I know that I'm late, but I'll be up to date
When I shimmy like my sister Kate
I mean, when I shimmy like my sister Kate
Now I can shimmy like my sister Kate
I know that I'm real late
I think I'll do a real shimmy dance
Dancing like my sister Kate
Sweet papa, just like my sister Kate
2.Hully Gully
Hully Gully
The Olympics
Smith ＆ Goldsmith
A there's a dance spreadin' round like an awful disease
(chorus after each line) Hully, Hully Gully
Oh well you shake your shoulders and you wiggle your knees
This dance goin' round from coast to coast
When me an my baby do it, tryin' to do it the most
Chorus-
Momma hully gully,Poppa hully gully,
Baby hully gully too
C'mon lets take a lesson,alright now
Shake your shoulders now,alright
wiggle your knees now... come on WAIL now
Moma hully gully,Baby hully gully
You can hully gully too
Well I went to a party now and what did they do？
Now everybody's doin' it,now why ain't you？
Everybody looks like he's got the space
Just listen here brothers and as all of you take
A Moma hully gully,Poppa hully gully
and baby hully gully too
Momma hully gully, baby hully
You can hully gully too!
3.Western Movies
Lyricist：Cliff Goldsmith, Fred Smith
To save my soul I can't get a date
Baby's got it tuned on channel eight
Now Wyatt Earp and the Big Cheyenne
They're comin' through the TV shootin' up the land
Ah, um, my baby loves the Western movies
My baby loves the Western movies
Bam, bam, shoot 'em up pow
Ah, um, my babe loves the Western Movies
I call my baby on the telephone
To tell her half my head was gone
I just got hit by a great big brick
She says thanks for reminding me about that Maverick
Ah, um, my baby loves the Western movies
My baby loves the Western movies
Bam, bam, shoot 'em up pow
Ah, um, my babe loves the Western Movies
Well, there's Jeremy Roller and Old Cochise
Jim Hardy, Jim Bowie and Sugarfoot
They all have gun will travel
Give me back my boots and saddle uh huh
Here's the story of the certain Wagon Train Mccord
A broken arrow has broken my heart
A Jefferson Thomas with Bat Masterson
Unties my baby and the fight was won
Ah, um, my baby loves the Western movies
My baby loves the western movies
Bam, bam shoot 'em up pow
Ah um, my baby loves the Western movies
4.Little Pedro
Lyricist：Smith-goldsmith, Spltalsky
A-little Pedro
(He's got to fight the bull)
A-little Pedro
(He's got to fight the bull)
A-little Pedro
(He's got to fight the bull)
To win the governor's daughter
Way down in-a Mexicali
There was a cat named Little Pedro
He got the red sombrero, has a silly grin
A-everywhere he goes
A-there's a bull in the old bullpen
Just a-snortin', an' a-kickin' all day
He knocked down twenty-two houses
Killed twenty-one men
And they stood up and said, H'Ole'
A-little Pedro
(He's got to fight the bull)
A-little Pedro
(He's got to fight the bull)
A-little Pedro
(He's got to fight the bull)
Win the governor's daughter
Bull charged in with his eyes a-flamin'
To the center of the ring
(Yeah)
In stormed Pedro with a silly grin
A-like he could not kill a thing
Took a short step forward and he's turnin' around
He saw the bull comin' at his feet
He grabbed the red Sombrero and his bag he packed
And he headed for the nearest backstreet
The bull couldn't stop, as he started to charge
He hit the hard concrete wall
Said that there was a smile on his face
And that was the end of it all
A-little Pedro
(He's done a-killed the bull)
A-little Pedro
(He's done a-killed his bull)
A-little Pedro
(He's done killed the bull)
He win the governor's daughter
Win the governor's daughter
Win the governor's daughter
5.Big Boy Pete
Lyricist：Don Harris, Dewey Steven Terry
Woo
The joint was a jumpin' on the corner
(Yeah, yeah)
Down on a Honky Tonk Street
(Yeah, yeah)
When all of a sudden up drove a Cadillac
(Yeah, yeah)
And out stepped a cat named Pete
Diamonds on-a every finger
(Yeah, yeah)
Wore a tailor-made suit
He smoked a black cigar
(So what？)
He wore a Stetson hat
(Yeah)
He wore a pair-a cowboy boots
He busted on through the doorway
(Yeah, yeah)
Bad as-a he could be
(Yeah, yeah)
He pulled out his pistol, he turned around
He said, 'My name is a Big Boy Pete'
The music stopped, there wasn't a sound
A-over in the corner stood-a, Bad Man Brown
Brown smiled a grin, he said, 'My friend'
(You take your three steps forward and I'm 'onna-a, clue you in)
Now Pete said, 'A look it, here buddy'
(Yeah, yeah)
'Fore I tan your hide
(Yeah, yeah)
I got a forty-five to keep me alive
Seven bullets on my side
Brown pulled a knife, he jumped on Pete
They fought from the counter right on out to the street
They swung from north, they swung from south
Brown cut that black cigar right outta Pete's mouth
Pete hit the ground, he yelled and screamed
(Pete took his Stetson hat and beat the scene)
Now if you're ever down on the corner
(Yeah, yeah)
Down on-a Honky Tonk Street
(Yeah, yeah)
Don't mess with Brown
(Yeah, yeah)
He'll cut you down
Take a message from-a Big Boy Pete
Umm-umm, umm, umm, umm
(Yeah, yeah)
Umm-umm, umm, umm, umm
(Yeah, yeah)
Umm, umm, umm
Umm, umm, umm
Umm, umm, umm
...
6.The Slop
Lyricist：Cliff Goldsmith, Fred Smith
Mama did the hully gully
Now she's got her mop
Now, let me drop this baby off
To do the slop
Well, she's gonna teach this baby
How to do the slop
(Right now we're gonna do the slop)
So get back in the kitchen now with that mop
(Right now we're gonna do the slop)
With some hully gully music on the radio
(Right now we're gonna do the slop)
And put some diapers on the baby
And away we'll go, whoa, ooh
(Right now we're gonna do the slop)
Mama's did the hully gully
Now she's got her mop
Now mother call this baby
Gonna do the slop
That's it, Tom
(Right now we're gonna do the slop)
Move a little bit, now
(Right now we're gonna do the slop)
That's what I'm talkin' about
(Right now we're gonna do the slop)
Go ahead, you wailin'
(Right now we're gonna do the slop)
Mama's did the hully gully
Now she's got her mop
Now mama's taught this baby well
To do the slop
Well
The baby's doin' the hully gully without socks
(Right now we're gonna do the slop)
So grab the baby by the hand
Befo' she blow's her top
('Bout now we gonna do the fly)
Wipe the baby's nose and pull her diaper up
(Right now we're gonna do the slide)
Oh well, I got to stop because I'm too pooped to pop
(Right now we're gonna shoo the fly)
Mama did the hully gully
Now she's got her mop
Now, mama's taught this baby
How to do the slop
Mama's did the hully gully
Now, she's got her mop
Now, mama's taught this baby
Gonna do the slop
7.Dance By The Light Of The Moon
Lyricist：Jimmy Eaton, Clifford Goldsmith, David Kapp, Terry Shand,
Fred Sledge Smith
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Ask your mom and your daddy
Can you go out tonight
When the stars are bright
Beneath the pale moonlight
Ask your mom and your daddy
Can you go out tonight
We gonna dance by the light of the moon
Ooh, by the light, by the light of the silvery moon
We gonna dance by the light of the moon
By the light, by the light of the silvery moon
We gonna dance
(Dance)
I got a dollar in my pocket
Gonna keep the juke a-rockin'
Keep the juke a-rockin'
'Till she wears out her stockin'
Got a dollar in my pocket
Gonna keep the juke a rockin'
Dance by the light of the moon
Ooh, by the light, by the light of the silvery moon
We gonna dance by the light of the moon
From the light, from the light of the silvery moon
We gonna dance
(Yeah)
I'm gonna dance with my darlin'
With a hole in her stockin'
Knees keep a-rockin'
Toes keep a-poppin'
Gonna dance with my darlin'
With a hold in her stockin'
Dance by the light of the moon
Ooh, by the light, by the light of the silvery moon
We gonna dance a-by the light of the moon
By the light, by the light of the silvery moon
We gonna dance
(Yeah)
Dance, dance, oh the silvery moon
Dance, dance, oh the silvery moon
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm gonna dance with my darlin'
With the hole in her stockin'
Knees keep a knockin'
Toes keep a-poppin'
Gonna dance with my darlin'
With the hole in her stockin'
Dance by the light of the moon
Ooh, by the light
(By the light of the silvery moon)
C'mon now, baby
(Yeah)
By the light of the moon
By the light, by the light of the silvery moon
We gonna dance
(Yeah)
A-by the light
(By the light, of the silvery moon)
C'mon now, sugar
(Yeah)
A-by the light of they moon
A-by the light, by the light of the silvery moon
We gonna dance
(Yeah)
8.(Baby) Hully Gully
Lyricist：Cliff Goldsmith, Fred Smith
A there's a dance spreadin' round like an awful disease
Hully, hully gully
Oh well you shake your shoulders and you wiggle your knees
This dance goin' round from coast to coast
When me an my baby do it, tryin' to do it the most
Momma hully gully, Poppa hully gully
Baby hully gully too
C'mon let's take a lesson,alright now
Shake your shoulders now,alright
Wiggle your knees now, come on wail now
Moma hully gully, baby hully gully
You can hully gully too
Well I went to a party now and what did they do？
Now everybody's doin' it,now why ain't you？
Everybody looks like he's got the space
Just listen here brothers and as all of you take
A Moma hully gully, Poppa hully gully
And baby hully gully too
Momma hully gully, baby hully
You can hully gully too
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