http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSEiP6WYITM
Come here sister.....Papa's in the swing
He ain't too hip...about that new breed babe
He ain't no drag
Papa's got a brand new Trad
Come here mama....and dig this crazy scene
He's not too fancy....but his line is pretty clean
He ain't no drag.
Papa's got a brand new Trad
He's doing the Jerk....
He's doing the Fly
Don't play him cheap 'cause you know he ain't shy
He's doing the Monkey, the Mashed Potatoes, Jump back Jack, See you later
alligator.
Come here sister
Papa's in the swing
He ain't too hip now
but I can dig that new breed babe;
He ain't no drag
He's got a brand new Trad
Oh papa! He's doing the Jerk
Papa...he's doing the Jerk
He's doing the twist ... just like this,
He's doing the Fly ev'ry day and ev'ry night
The thing's....like the Boomerang.
Hey....come on
Hey! Hey.....come on
Hey! Hey....he's up tight...out of sight...
Come on. Hey! Hey!
Welcome to London!
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I ain't no drag.
I got a brand new Trad -
How about some fellow travellin' Trad?
This Trad is Your Trad, this Trad is my Trad
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This Trad was made for you and me
I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This Trad was made for you and me
This Trad is your Trad, this Trad is my Trad
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This Trad was made for you and me
The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This Trad was made for you and me
This Trad is your Trad, this Trad is my Trad
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This Trad was made for you and me
As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!
This Trad is your Trad, this Trad is my Trad
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This Trad was made for you and me
In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this Trad's still made for you and me.
This Trad is your Trad, this Trad is my Trad
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This Trad was made for you and me
That's the spirit!
It's a Trad, Trad, Trad, Trad world!