"The Twenty-One Song Salute (Owed To G.G. Shinn And Cléoma Falcon)" lyrics

I wanna be your mojo hand, I wanna be your back door man
I wanna know you know how much I wantcha
And if you don't I need to know why dontcha
Down on the corner where the poor boys hang
Word is out this ain't no sometime thang now
Be bop a lula baby don't look back
Big train from Memphis smoking down the track

So you were born and raised on rock and roll
Alligator swamp pop blue-eyed soul
Crowley Louisiana void of everyday humdrum
I pledge allegiance to the people y'all come from
Crazy Cajuns thumpin' Big Mamou
Joint's a'jumpin' full of wang dang do now
Be bop a lula baby aus mais oui
Think I could love you 'til the day I did

Woke up this mornin' singing I feel fine
Your only daddy that will walk the line
All liberated from the lovesick blues
And walking Spanish in my blue suede shoes

I know your poppa was a rolling stone
And you don't need another man done gone
Until you're ready for some wop bam boom
No steady Betty gonna dust my broom
And when you wake up in my big brass bed
Need I remind you what your homeboys said now
Be bop a lula baby please don't go
Diggy liggy la diggy liggy lo