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Hey! hey! hey! hey!
There's a motor store at the top of Hylton Road
you go there for for little bits n pieces for your car
and in the office there sits a secretary she's got
Long blonde hair,
Mr Tommy Kowey fancies her...
CHORUS:
I saw her in Tommy Kowey's car
I saw her in Tommy Kowey's car
in Tommy Kowey's car.
At the motor store he was there last Tuesday night
with her I saw, they were kissin at the factory door
but she still tells me, there is nothing going on
with us you see it was Tommy Kowey's wife you saw...
CHORUS
At the motor store Mr Tommy Koweys gotta
Jag-U-Ar she's never been in it she says before
but now she tells lies, she was havin dinner out
the other night and she went in Tommy Kowey's car...
CHORUS
I've got asthma and I can not breath
can't breath at all!
I've got an inhaler with me
I am choking and my face is blue
blue and it's getting worse!
I think I will have to lie down... coz
CHORUS:
I've got ASTHMA yeah I've got ASTHMA
yeah I've got ASTHMA...
I've got asthma and I am wheezing
wheezing like mad!
I don't think I will sleep tonight
I think I'll reach for my inhaler
Good idea!
I hope it makes me feel better... coz
CHORUS
My inhaler needs a refill
what shall I do?
the Chemist is not open yet
blue face, can't breath and I'm still wheezing
dear me! dear me!
I just do not know what to do... coz
CHORUS
diddle iddle I do that's coz I go
Jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbuggin,
ooh if you're feelin lonely or you're feelin blue
just come with me I'll show you what to do...
CHORUS:
Everybody shout HEY! everybody sing HEY!
we're all goin jitterbuggin,
everybody jitterbug.
Looking out the window baby's gone away
don't be upset it's not the end
Jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbuggin
if you want to jitter-bug then good for you
just come with me I'll show you what to do...
CHORUS..(guitar bit)
Jitterbuggin meril-y all night and day
always laughin, laugh laugh laughin
jitterbug, jitterbug, jitterbuggin
if you're feelin gloomy, tired or got the flu
come with me I'll show you what to do...
CHORUS
She's a worky ticket I bought her a King cone
and she woudn't lick it
she wanted the chocolate one but when I got there
they'd all gone.
CHORUS:
yeah she's a worky ticket everywhere we go
Worky ticket
leaves me standing in the rain
and freezin in the snow
Worky ticket everywhere we go
Worky ticket, worky ticket...
sent me up the pub for 20 L and B
but when I got back all she did was yell at me
she was sittin watchin Charles Dichens on the box
what's that funny smell ya better go and wash yer socks
I couldn't bear it could not take it any more
grabbed me coat and me hat and slipped out of the door
CHORUS...(guitar bit)
She's a little worky ticket I bought her a watch and
she wouldn't fit it
I fixed if meself, it smashed upon the shelf
It doesn't fit, never mind...
CHORUS