Wringing That Thing

Now listen here folks, we don't mean no harm
Don't get mad, we going to sing a little song
About wringing that thing, (Bidle-o-bama) let me tell you ('(Bidle-o-ba)
(Let me tell you about it), about wringing that thing

There was a little black rooster, met a little brown hen
Made a date at the barn, about half past ten
About wringing that thing, (O-bama) wringing that thing (Bidle-o-bama)
Let me tell you about it, about wringing that thing

I had a little woman, lived out Peach Tree Road
Made more money, 'n John Henry Ford
About wringing that thing, (Bidle-o-bama) wringing that thing (Bidle-o-bapa)
Let me tell you about it, about wringing that thing

And the rooster crowed, and the hen looked around
The bum-bum-biddly, going to take you to town
About wringing that thing, (Bidle-o-bapa) wringing that thing (beede-ba)
Let me tell you about it, about wringing that thing

Now mama had a little dog, name was Ball
Give him a lick, and he want it all
About wringing that thing, (Bidle-o-bama) wringing that thing (Beedle-ba)
Let me tell you about it, about wringing that thing

[Spoken]
Yes baby!
Whoop it up there, Jim
Oh me she could wring that thing!

Old Bill came in, about a'half past ten
Key in the hole, but he couldn't get in
About wringing that thing, (Bidle-bo-bapa) wringing that thing (Bidle-o-bama)
Let me tell you about it, about wringing that thing

[?] , shake it bad hone!
[?]
About wringing that thing, about wringing that thing (please God)
Let me tell you about it, about wringing that thing

[Spoken]
Well hey boys
Whop it up there, Jim!

Went to see my gal, I hurried home
[I had no friends?] and she's been gone
I wanted'a wring that thing, (Bidle-o-bama) I wanna wring that thing (please God)
Let me tell you about it, you're gonna wringing that thing

Be-nom, be-nom, benom bom!