SPOKEN: "Kill It, Kid", that come from Miami. I wrote that for a yankee, and we used to stay in New York. We used to hang out there in the ser, servant quarters, you know? And he come in there and he could drink more liquor than two men - and his son was the same way. Say, what was his name? Little man, his name was Josh Barbera (chuckle) his name was Josh Barbera. He would come in there and all the rest of 'em would get to dancin', you know, and carryin' on fun, and he'd holler, "Kill it, kid!", and that's the way I started that song. Well, I'll play it.
INTRO SOLO
Down in Miami on Second Avenue, men showin' boys and gals what they can do about
Kill it, kid. Hot mama, let's kill it, kid
Down on the Avenue, Canfield Hall, you find Kelly is the King of the Ball, (Spoken: Take it easy)
You got to teach 'em how to kill it, kid
You know, Sister Kate took brother Moe, bounced him around across the floor, tryin' to
Kill it, kid. Tryin' to teach him how to kill it, kid
Set down, gal, take a drink of this pint, Kelly be here directly, to kick the joint, he gonna
Kill it, kid. Take the floor and kill it kid
Set down, gal, take a shot of this pint, Kelly be directly, to kick the joint, he gonna
Kill it, kid. Take the floor and kill it, kid
But you can kick it in the country, won't cost you a dime, you get in town, Buddy, it's a forty dollar fine
Kill it, kid. Get out of town to kill it, kid
Papa got a Cadillac, Mama got a Buick, Sister got mad because she wouldn't do it
Kill it, kid. Hot mama, kill it, kid
She was shakin' the Cadillac, rockin' the Ford, do the right jumpin' on the runnin' board (Spoken: Rock hard!)
Don't jump, kill it, kid
I realize you're a little old, eleven years, not too old, gal, to shift them gears (Spoken: And on a wheel)
Quit turnin' and kill it, kid
You know, I'm crazy 'bout your lovin', a fool about you a lot. Don't come crazy 'bout the wobble you got (Spoken: quit switchin'!)
Don't shimmy! Kill it, kid
Take that trip on the mountaintop, show these Florida women how to Eagle Rock (Spoken: Spread your wings!)
Don't flock! Kill it, kid
You got to dodge your Ma, dodge your Pa, go to Florida and dodge this Georgia law, then you can kill it, kid
Down there, you can kill it, kid
Sit in the corner, gal, make some toddy, 'Cause we gon' get high and drunk everybody (Spoken: Then we're gonna kill it, kid)
Get loaded, kill it, kid
You don't believe I'll swing you right, take me to your castle, let's sing all night, 'round the table
Getting' mellow, let's kill it, kid
SOLO (Spoken: Play it!)
Now you're gonna twist it like a tadpole, wobble like a frog, every time I kick it you'll holler, "Got dog!"
Kill it, kid. Hot mama, let's --