Friday, September 21, 2012

Barbecue Joe and his Hot Dogs - Tin Roof Blues (1930)




Hot Dog Blues by Barbecue Joe and his White Guy Band
 
Yeah.
 
Oh yeah.
 
OHHHHHHH, yeah.




Since you left me, mama
 
I got dem ole
 
Hot Dog Blues.
 
Got it so bad I bin puttin'
 
Mustard on my shoes



 
Since you left me baby,
 
I'm hangin' roun'

With a big bunch of Jews!
 
(musical interlude)




Boss man sez 
 
I gots ta pay my dues
 
(thump thump thump)
 
With the mob on my case,
 
I cain't see how I can refuse




And though you're thinkin', baby
 
That it's only a ruse
 
And though you're thinkin', baby
 
That I've lost my muse
 
And though you're thinkin', baby
 
That I'se exclaimin' "J'accuse"
 
(while reading Spinoza)


 
 
It don't make no difference, naw sahhhhhhhhh. . .
 
Cuz I've got dem -
 
Got dem -
 
Ohhhhhhhh, cuz I've got dem -
 
Got dem-old hot dog blues:
 
Gotta get down to de cawnah store to buy some,
 
I ain't got no time. . . to. . . loooooooooose!





2 comments:

  1. Yum! The best dogs have pureed nostrils, eyelids and lips in them...mmmmmmmMMMM!

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  2. And intestines. Whatever they sweep up off the floor.

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