Из альбома: L’Histoire du jazz vocal - The Story of Vocal Jazz: 1911–1940
Man, a bedbug sure is evil, he don't mean me no good.
Man, a bedbug sure is evil, he don't mean me no good.
He thinks I’m a woodpecker, and he takes me for a chunk of wood.
When I lay down at night, I wonder how can a po’ man sleep.
When I lay down at night, I wonder how can a po’ man sleep.
When some holdin' your hands, while the other ones eat your feet.
Bedbugs big as a jackass, will bite you and stand and grin.
Bedbugs big as a jackass, will bite you and stand and grin.
And drink up all the bedbug poison, then come back and bite you again.
Something was moanin’ in a corner, I tried my best to see.
Something was moaning in a corner, then I walked over to see.
It was the mother bedbug prayin' to the good Lord, for some mo’ to eat."
I have to set up all night long, my feet can’t touch the floor.
I have to set up all night long, my feet can’t touch the floor.
‘Cause the mean old bedbug told me, that I can’t sleep there no more.