[G]Rat-a-tat-tat in an alligator hat
[Em]and a seat next to the band.
[G]Thinkin’ I been drinkin’ a little much for thinkin’
[Em]of the shotgun in my hand.
[C]Cuz I been sittin’ in the kitchen for a little bit [D]long... [Em]
Rooty-toot-toot on my old tin flute
as I get down on the floor.
And lickety-split I’ll climb up out of the pit
and I’ll make tracks for the door.
[C]'Cuz I been waitin’ at the station for a little bit [D]long,
[C]and we been shaggin’ in the backseat of the wagon too [D]long
...[Em]
Yakkity-yak I don’t think I’ll ever understand this
crappity-crap they try to sling at me from all directions.
Cuz I been sittin’ in the kitchen for a little bit long,
and we been shaggin’ in the backseat of the wagon too long...
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