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WHATSIT Jimmy Rodgers / Neville 1931 Jimmy Rogers rec June 16th 1931 I've got a gal, oh what a gal! She weighs two hundred pounds; But she is just my kind o' gal, The best one I have found. Can she pet? Oh how she pets! Why, each night in the park I take my corn-fed momma out, And neck where it is dark. Oh, she takes a little whatsit where she goes, Her funny little whatsit never shows! But when she struts down the street, Her little whatsit can't be beat! 'Cause she's not too fat, she's not too thin, But where she sticks out she should cave in! She takes a little whatsit where she goes, And her whatsit never grows! But when she struts down the street, Her little whatsit can't be beat! But she's my gal, my dog-faced gal >From Nashville, Tennessee. (yodelling) Oh she has feet, and oh what feet, She wears a number nine! Her feet are big and she is strong, This dog-faced gal o' mine; And when we walk, we always go To places she likes best. I walk awhile, then she sits down To let her whatsit rest. Oh, she takes a little whatsit where she goes, Her little whatsit never shows! When she struts down the street, Her little whatsit can't be beat! But she's my gal, my dog-faced gal >From Nashville, Tennessee. (yodelling) (Contributed by Peter Akers - September 2009)

    





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