Roots / Folk Rock

Jimmie Strothers & Joe Lee: Poontang Little, Poontang Small

Poontang little an’ poontang small,
Poontang stretches like a rubber ball

Chorus: Oh my babe, Oh my salty thing.

I’mma hung my poontang from the wire,
Rush come down to the hottest fire.

Gonna hang my poontang upon the fence,
Oh, the man come an’ git it ain’t got no sense,

Til I’m gone, I’m gonna do my best
“I’m gon’ do a little something gonna bring me no rest”

Got a humpback a-little that couldn’t be beat
[He?] put a stack up on the streetcar seat

Oh, I b’lieve to my soul she had a lucky hand
Cause the lady gave her thing to the sweet-car man,

Poontang little and a-poontang small,
Poontang twisted like a rubber ball,

[Spoken]: …It’s all on fire.

Oh wire, brier, limber, lock
How many geese is in our flock

Oh, one flew east and a-one flew west,
One flew over the cuckoo’s nest,

Hung my poontang from the wire,
come down jes as hot as fire,

Put my dress above my knees,
I’m gonna give my poontang to who I please,

Oh poon I want, tang I crave,
Tang gonna carry to my lovin’ grave,

My man has go on to “tell-me-once
I’m gonna dup my husband till my man come,

Chorus: Oh my babe, Oh my salty thing