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//Transcribed from original song on 17/12/07 |
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//Banana in your fruitbasket recorded by Bo Carter (Chatman) on 4th June 1931 in New York City for Columbia. |
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//Lyrics in Brackets are unclear/unaudable, if correct lyrics are found or known please post a comment. |
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I've got a brand new skillet, |
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i've got a brand new lead, |
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all I needs is a woman, |
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just to burn my bread. |
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And im tellin' you baby, |
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I sure ain't goin' tonight. |
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Let me put my banana in your fruitbasket and i'll be satisfied. |
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Now I got the (washboard), |
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my baby got the tub, |
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we gonna put them together, |
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gonna rub, rub, rub. |
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And im tellin' you baby, |
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I sure ain't goin' tonight. |
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Let me put my banana in your fruitbasket and i'll be satisfied. |
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hmm, gonna let my banana spoil now, |
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hmm, let my banana spoil now. |
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I can see the way you carryin' on you don't want my banana no how. |
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Now I got the dasher, |
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my baby got the churn, |
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we gonna churn, churn, churn, |
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until the butter come. |
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And im tellin' you baby, |
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I sure ain't goin' tonight. |
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Let me put my banana in your fruitbasket then i'll be satisfied. |
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Now my babies got the cloth, |
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and i've got the needle, |
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we're going to stick, stick, stick, |
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until we both will feel it. |
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Then im tellin' you baby, |
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I sure ain't goin' tonight. |
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Let me put my banana in your fruitbasket then i'll be satisfied. |
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hmm, gonna let my banana ruin now, |
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hmm, gonna let my banana ruin now, |
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I can see the way you goin' on you don't want my banana no how. |
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Now my baby got the meat, |
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and I got the knife, |
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Im gonna do her cuttin', |
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(to balance out my life). |
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And im tellin' you baby, |
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I sure ain't goin' tonight. |
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Let me put my banana in your fruitbasket then i'll be satisfied. |
