Listen here, folks, I'm gonna sing a little song, But you mustn't get mad, I don't mean no wrong. There's an old maid, name of Liza Fair Always singin' the blues when she tumbles in bed: Oh, it's tight like that, Oh, hear me talking to you, I mean, it's tight like that. Mandy Lee Jones does her vampin' at night, And she never gets home 'til the comin' daylight. Old Uncle Bill came 'bout half past ten, Put the key in the hole, but he couldn't get in. He says, "It's tight like that. What's the matter with it getting tight like that? Oh, hear me call you, singin' I mean it's tight like that. Oh, the little red rooster said to the hen, "You ain't laid an egg in I can't tell when." The little red hen said to the rooster, "Ya don't come around as often as you used to! "Now it's tight like that, A long delay makes it tight like that! Hear what I say Hear me talkin' to you, I mean it's tight like that.
