Low down, Way down
In the round that you shall hear about Sadie the shaker
Ten million men fell for this sweet faker
Ten million hearts left sick and sore
Sister Sadie, she nearly started war
Poor me, poor me
She wore ‘em high with rolled up socks
But she’s sleeping now in a wooden box
She came from down in Memphis, down there in Dixie
But, she left there in a bad, bad fixie
Police, they put her on a train
But she laughed and said “I’ll be back again”
(scat)
She sure came back like poor Mona
She came back in a wooden kimona
She went to old Siam to call on the kingo
Watchin’ them there, tain’t fit to singo
He gave Sadie his golden crown
And the queen’s army run him out of town
(scat)
The kingdom fell with much regret
Listen in ‘cause you ain’t heard nothin’ yet
Sadie went on out to Russia
And met comrade Minsky
Ha! Ha! She had no trouble getting’ insky
She said “dear comrade, you’re all wet”
Where they chased her the dust ain’t settled yet
Sadie shake, shake it here
In Russian land they all drank vodka
Sadie taught the men to get red hotka
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Bob Miller Lyrics – Sadie the Shaker