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Jo Dee Messina (Jo Dee Messina) · Jo Dee Messina (Hutchinson, Hutch) · I'm Alright/Jo Dee Messina (Jo Dee Messina) · Heartbreaker: A Bluegrass Tribute to Jo Dee Messina (Kingdom Heirs) · Pickin' on Jo Dee Messina (Pickin' On) · Sculptured [Do-Dee-Dee-Deem-Dum] (Calanit) · Dee Dee's Feathers (Irvin Mayfield) · Only the Best of Dee Dee Bridgewater (Dee Dee Bridgewater) · The Very Best of Don Gardner & Dee Dee Ford (Don Gardner) · The Best of Dee Dee Sharp 1962-1966 (Dee Dee Sharp) – and 90 other albums »


Mama really knocks me out
From Jo Dee Messina to funky cold medina
That's what its all about

It's hip hop and honky tonk
We can bust a move to a funky
(Jo Dee Messina/Mark Selby)
I used to think that life was all about the joneses
Trying to find a way to just keep up some how
I had to have it, do
(Jo Dee Messina/John Bettis/Wayne Kirkpatrick)
It's good to see you come 'round, it's been a while
Sure is nice to see your smile
Yah I'm doing
Twain
Wes got it going on
Yippie yi yo look at her go
Mama really knocks me out

From Jo Dee Messina to funky cold medina 
That's what its all about
watching you spin with Sawyer Brown
Even Jo Dee Messina's shaking her hips and all of her red
But if George Strait starts dancing somebody shoot me in
You wash them clothes 
Swee dee dee 
And hang 'em on the line 
I can see by the way 
You wash them clothes 
Your cookin' must be fine 
I'm with
harmonizing a song
Or I'm reciting a poem
Owls go by and they give me the eye
Walking my baby back home
We stop for awhile she gives me a smile
Snuggles
harmonizing a song
Or I'm reciting a poem
Owls go by and they give me the eye
Walking my baby back home.
We stop for awhile she gives me a smile
Snuggles
harmonizing a song
Or I'm reciting a poem
Owls go by and they give me the eye
Walking my baby back home
We stop for awhile she gives me a smile
Snuggles
your date
By ten
But if you're out on a date don't you

Bring her home late 'cause it's a sin
You know there's no excuse
You know you're gonna lose
lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee,-
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day

Her boots were black and her stockings
lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee,-
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day

Her boots were black and her stockings
lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee,-
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day

Her boots were black and her stockings
a diddle lith a dlddle dee
Cha hiddle hundiddy, cha hiddle hundiddy
and cha lan day. (x2)
How old are you my bonny be girl
how old are my darlin
How old
You look so sweet
When you're smiling
And you're sad
You get so heavy

And when I'm around
You're like a big baby, ohh
And by my sweet thighs
I'm so
lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee,-
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day

Her boots were black and her stockings
home
Young fat dog I love everyone

I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
I'm happy to sing
I'm lacking
creepin (when I'm creepin)
Now everybody's scared - I fill 'em full of lead
Bullet wounds to head once I buck 'em dead
[Chorus]
[Dee]
Two to the head,
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew 
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
I saw her face
She looked kind of cavi to me
But when I take her home, and tap that ass I'm gone
I'm just a dog don't blame me

Now do I love
tomorrow 
And I have a good feeling it won't 
Then I'm gonna have to ride I-5 
All the way back home 

When I die bury my bones underneath my grandma's
I saw her face
She looked kind of cavi to me
But when I take her home, and tap that ass I'm gone
I'm just a dog don't blame me

Now do I love
What age are you, my honey?
Modestly she answered me
"I'll be seventeen on Sunday"
She sang
A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee
Cha
just got speed, nigga
I handle my ass, pedal to the gas
Life is but a getaway dash
My mama stash guarded by my pen and pad
I'm drawin' weapons with
With a see-thru blouse
Who loved to grunt and ball
And her name was Magdalena

Magdalena

The little ole man
Came home one night
To his house in