You Can Have Her (feat. Eric Clapton & James Burton) - Jerry Lee Lewis

By Eric Clapton and Gary Brooker Catch me if you can; I won't be easy to find. I got a woman at home that's driving me out of my mind. Catch me if you can; it won't be easy to do. And I'm warning you brother I won't be leaving no clues. Catch me if you can; I won't be leaving no scent. I've been running the wrong way, I think it's time that I went. Believe me, I'm a man; I ain't easy to tend. And I'm moving on out, so catch me if you can. There's no use bothering with the lost and found. You'd better find a shovel, 'cause I've gone to ground. Little girl never did pay me no mind. I guess I'll have to go and leave her behind. So . . . First Verse Chorus First Verse

...All this ill shit This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit What the fuck is this shit? See the shit's video? 'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!' 'Put yo TITTIES on the glass' This is like a pick-up line: 'How you doin? I was wonderin, could you put yo BIG FUCKIN TITTIES on the glass?' 'No, I don't wanna go to a movie, could you PUT EM ON THE GLASS?!' 'Put your titties on the glass'?! What happened to 'How ya doin? Whatcha doin later? Let's catch a movie'? No, 'Put em on the glass' 'Put em on the fuckin glass' What the fuck is this shit? The girls got on bikinis - he got a fur coat on What the fuck is the weather like in Seattle? All my ex's, eat this one (You can have her) I used to have this girl, let's say her name was Mona Mona, fine young sugar comin out of Arizona 5 ft. 6 straight thick with a switch And a set of them juicy-ass lips (Mmh...) Kinky, just like me She can take a straight gee And put him down for the count 1, 2, 3 Needless to say I was kickin it Cause I know when I'm the only one gettin it But - ooh, things change when you don't maintain The same game you got her with, mayn Flew back home, and I was slippin Cause as soon as I left, another brother starts spittin Throwin drag about wantin a family Tryin to front because he wanna be manly Tellin my girl how I'm playin the field Boy, you'se a jake for real Now a player I like, but you know I can't stand no snitch Tryin to front like he rich Done shot your credit, cause you bought you a new E 320, and you wanna be a hoe like me Now you done salted my game Told my girl I'm a player, and you bought her a ring You paid a lotta money just to grab her I'ma tell you like this, trick: you can have her (You can have her) I gotta do what I gotta do Baby girl's through, so I need somethin new You can't keep a good mack down I get around cause I got a tight thing up in Sea-Town 5'9" with dimples Caramel skin, straight fine, hella tight, no pimples Thinkin my game was concrete But I gotta watch for them other entertainers and athletes Especially the ones who wanna settle down Cause they'll beg and drink out your shoes and get they nose brown Just the kinda man you wanted, ain't it, honey? A big buff dumb-ass fool with hella money Down to spend till his knees bend Then the athlete's broke and his girl's in the wind And my girl gets mad, cause I never spend time like I'm s'posed to Plus I'm a boaster Shaggin up too damn quick, now she's lookin for a sugar daddy Just to get a '96 Caddy A big truck she found You young scrub on the bench for the Cleveland Browns He never had nothin, thicker than a cheerleader Now he got juice, so he eats her And treats her to a big wad of cash Too weak, so she left his ass You can have her (You can have her) Just rollin by the Playboy Mansion... I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a Young bunny, young bunny in La-La Land Wanna get freaky with the papa man I smack her to the front, I smack her to the back I smack it with the whiffle ball bat, remember that? One happy black man I be When my L.A. bunny wanna trip with me Her name is Teresa She was freakier than me, but I figured I could please her She had the long braids Chocolate sister, loved to cuff men like slaves Arrived at the house at last Seen two shades of lipstick on the same wine glass Provocative artwork around me Four pink slippers on the floor surround me One pair's for her, the other pair's for who? Plus she only lives in a one bedroom Well hm - it might be on Mnage--trois, open la bouche, taste la bomb Teresa's roommate walks in 6 ft 2 with a wig and a stupid-ass grin (Oh my goodness!) (You can have her) You done brought a big-ass man up in the room? Girl, what's wrong with you? Honey, that is gay Yo partner, you can have her Cause I don't want none of y'all 3's Company, if you know what I'm sayin Yeah Put it on the danceflo' Bring it back

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, your troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yuletide gay From now on, all our troubles will be miles away Once again, as in olden days Merry golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Will be near to us, once more Someday soon we all will be together If the fate's allow Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow So have yourself a merry little Christmas now

I got up this morning, and fell out of bed Trying to make it to the door The wind was high, I didn't have much time Trying to find a man to score And then you came up on the other side To brighten up my day I knew right away That this could be my day Someone like you Could make me change my ways Someone like you Could turn my nights into days There you were, standing On a crowded street You looked so good, though the air was bad Walking through the fog Someone like you Could make me change my ways Someone like you Turn my nights into days I want to thank you, thank you now For getting me back on my feet again I want to thank you, thank you now Getting me back on my feet again Someone like you Make me change my ways Someone like you Turn my nights into days Someone like you Make me change my ways Someone like you Turn the nights into days

My name is Jerry Lee Lewis, come from Louisiana I'm gonna do you a little boogie on this here piano Doing mighty fine, I'm gonna make you shake it I'll make you do it and make you do it, until you break it It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day Well, down in New Orleans, the land of dreams The best doggone place, son, you have ever seen The cats go wild, do a boogie that's hot My boogie woogie makes you want to stop and do the bop It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day Aw, oh, boy Well, now let's cruise on down to old Memphis town That's where that Presley boy said, "You ain't nothing but a hound" But now you take my boogie, it keeps you in the groove Then your sacroiliac begins to shiver and a move It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day Oh, boogie woogie when your hips start rockin' honey And your knees start knockin', Lewis boogie, Lewis way Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day

Well, Bonnie-Bonnie B, she's like a little queen bee She stands out among the others, you see She makes me happy, makes me feel so good I would marry Bonnie B if I could But we're too young, got a long time to wait Bonnie baby, that don't mean hesitate 'Bout lovin' me So, kiss me Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie B, Bonnie-Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie-Bonnie B, she's the pride of our school When she walks down the hall Well, all the kids all drool With her long blond hair and cherry pink lips Turned up nose that makes a cat wanna flip Flip over Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie B, Bonnie-Bonnie-Bonnie B Well, I told Bonnie B to take a ride with me Told her I'd show her all she could see She don't know, but it'll be too dark But that lover's lane is where I plan to park And I'm gonna ask her if I can kiss her then And if I can, I'm gonna do it again More tenderly, when I kiss my Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie B, Bonnie-Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie-Bonnie B, she's the pride of our school When she walks down the hall Well, all the kids all drool With her long blond hair and cherry pink lips And turned up nose that makes a cat wanna flip Flip over Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie B, Bonnie-Bonnie-Bonnie B

Lucille, come on home where you belong Hey, I'm talkin' to you, Lucille Baby, come on home where you belong You was raised in Memphis, Tennessee, girl Get your little self back home Lucille, please come home, baby I need your lovin', Jerry Lee don't mean maybe, woo! You was raised in Memphis, baby Better get your little self back home Yeah, come home now Yeah Well, I woke up this morning and Lucille was not in sight When I asked my friends about her, Lord, and all they did was laugh Lucille, come on home where you belong You know we're rockin' and rollin' whole night long Play guitar, son, woo! Well, Lucille Come on home where you belong Give it to me now Lucille, come on home where you belong Let's make rockin Jerry Lee happy, make it home One more time Lucille, come on now Lucille, woo! Lucille, beggin' on bendin' knee, baby I need your lovin', girl Play it on me heavily, heavily, heavily, heavily, heavily, heavily, baby Yeah, woo! Port rock and roll

Well, I'm just out of school I'm real-real cool I got the jump, got the jive Got the message, I'm alive I'm a wild, I'm wild one Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one I'm gonna keep a-shakin' I'm gonna keep a-movin', baby Don't you cramp my style, I'm a real wild child Come on, baby, shake all night long Shake 'til the meat come off of the bone 'Cause I'm a wild one Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one I'm gonna keep a-shakin' Gonna keep a-movin', baby Don't you cramp my style, I'm real wild child Yeah! Yeah, I gonna pick you up in my 88 Get ready, sugar, now don't be late We're gonna move it all night long Until a whole lotta shakin' goin' be on I'm a wild one Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one I'm gonna keep a-shakin' I'm gonna keep a-movin', baby Don't you cramp my style, I'm a real wild child Whoa! Yeah, I really get to movin' when the sun goes down Oh, after dark, I can get around Gonna move on, I'll make every hop When we start to boppin', I sure can't stop But I'm a wild one Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one I'm gonna keep a-shakin' I'm gonna keep a-movin', baby Don't you cramp my style, I'm a real wild child I'm a real wild child I'm a real wild child I'm a real wild child Watch out!

Lord, I got lumps in my throat When I saw her comin' down the aisle I got the wiggles in my knees When she looked at me and sweetly smiled There she is again, she's standin' over by the record machine Woah lookin' like a model on the cover of a magazine She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile I was thinkin' She's in the mood, no need to break it Got a chance, I ought to take it If she can dance I might make it Come on, Queenie, let's shake it Go go go little Queenie Go go go little Queenie Go go go go little Queenie There she is again, she's standin' over by the record machine Oh lookin' like a model on the cover of a magazine She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile I was still thinkin' If this is a slow song, we'll omit it If this is a rocker, that'll get it If it's good, Honey I'll admit it Come on Queenie, let's get it Go, go, go, Little Queenie Go, go, go, Little Queenie Go, go, go, go go Little Queenie, hey Go, go, go, Little Queenie, hey Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Little Queenie Go, go, go, Little Queenie, go!