Sha sha here comes my thrill Oh the ya-sha please keep still Don't talk too much & kill my chances with this guy Sha sha now go & play This is your sisters day Don't give my age away & make him say goodbye Oh ya-sha don't tell him I'm old He thinks pop has lots of gold Told him that momma's got a chauffeur & a car Sha sha now you'll get hung If you don't hold your tongue Till wedding bells have rung Ya-sha sha sha
My next door neighbors daughter Is really in hot water Because she has a brother whose a brat When someone comes to court her & gives the kid a quarter He spills what he should keep under his hat She cries & tries to put him wise to what it's all about And every night the neighbors hear her shout, oh hear her shout Sha Sha Oh voice keep still Sha sha Here comes my thrill don't talk too much Won't you please be still Oh we will be still Oh sha sha ya-sha Won't you let me pull my bluff Cause I told him that my mami had gold in her piani & her pot Oh sha sha sha
Oh ya-sha please be kind He's the last in line What a glorious feeling Oh ya-sha help make up his mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
