James Mcdougall

Titus Turner

William Edgar John

Dreams

Love

Animals

Rock 'n' Roll

1966

[Original]

You better leave (meow) my kitten alone (meow, meow)
You better leave (meow, meow) my kitten alone (meow, meow)
I done told you big bad bulldog
You better leave her alone (meow, meow)

(meow, meow)
Don't you know my kitten is a dream?
(meow, meow)
(meow, meow)
Don't you know my kitten is a dream?
(meow, meow)
So, get your hands off of her, 'cause I'm her lovin' man
(meow, meow)

Mr. Dog I'm gonna hit you on the top a yo' head
The Batgirl's gonna miss you
And you'll wish that you were dead

(meow, meow)
If you don't lee-ee-eave my kitten alone
(meow, meow)
Yes, I love my little kitten
Like you hounddogs love your bone
(meow, meow)

[Instrumental & sax solo]

Mr. Dog, I'm gonna hit you on the top a yo' head
The Batgirl's gonna miss you
And you'll wish that you were dead

(meow, meow)
If you don't lee-eee-eave my kitten alone
(meow, meow)
Yes, I love my little kitten
Like all you hounddogs love your bone
(meow, meow)

Oh yeah
(meow, meow)
You better leave
(meow, meow)
You better leave
(meow, meow)
You better lee-eee-eee-eave
[to fade]

William Emerson

Colours

Numbers

Money

Rock 'n' Roll

1966

My gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Yeah, my gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Well, she ain't got no money
But man, she's a-really got a lot

Well, I got a gal, six feet four
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet out the door, but...
My gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Yeah, my gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Well, she ain't got no money
But man, she's a-really got a lot

Well, she walks all night, talks all day
She's the kinda woman who'll have her way, but...
My gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Yeah, my gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Well, she ain't got no money
But man, she's a-really got a lot

Well, she's the kinda woman who louds around
Spreadin' my business all over town, but...
My gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Yeah, my gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Well, she ain't got no money
But man, she's a-really got a lot

Well, she's a one man's woman, that's what I like
But I wish she wasn't gonna change her mind everynight, but...
My gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Yeah, my gal is red hot
(Your gal ain't doodly-squat)
Well, she ain't got no money
But man, she's a-really got a lot

Domingo Samudio

Happiness

Novelty

Rock 'n' Roll

Rock

1964

Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quatro
Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw.
Had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
Wooly bully, wooly bully.
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.
Hatty told Matty, "Let's don't take no chance.
Let's not be L-seven, come and learn to dance."
Wooly bully, wooly bully
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.
Matty told Hatty, "That's the thing to do.
Get you someone really to pull the wool with you."
Wooly bully, wooly bully.
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.

Jerry Leiber

Mike Stoller

Novelty

Clothing/Apparel

Money

Animals

Rock 'n' Roll

1967

Take out the papers and the trash
Or you don't get no spendin' cash
If you don't scrub that kitchen floor
You ain't gonna rock and roll no more
Yakety yak (don't talk back)

Just finish cleanin' up your room
Let's see that dust fly with that broom
Get all that garbage out of sight
Or you don't go out Friday night
Yakety yak (don't talk back)

You just put on your coat and hat
And walk yourself to the laundromat
And when you finish doin' that
Bring in the dog and put out the cat
Yakety yak (don't talk back)

Don't you give me no dirty looks
Your father's hip; he knows what cooks
Just tell your hoodlum friend outside
You ain't got time to take a ride
Yakety yak (don't talk back)

Yakety yak, yakety yak
Yakety yak, yakety yak
Yakety yak, yakety yak
Yakety yak, yakety yak