Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter
Boll Weevil told me
Stay away from my girl
Boll Weevil told me
Stay away from her
Don't call her early in the morning
Or in the evening, too
Boll Weevil said: Stay away
and I'll thank you if you do
I took one look at him
and he took a look at me
I said: What a good party
He said: Yes, indeed
They got hot tamale and Perry-ay
Havana Tampa, too
I said: I'm gonna get your girl
He said: I'm warning you
Don't make me tell you twice
I don't like to preach
If I catch you with my girl
you're gonna have to reach
I said: I don't take no stick from a weevil
He said: Baby, die!
The party crowd jumped under the rug
He pulled out his knife
While we was circling round and round
his baby doll pulled out
with a bottle fly from Georgia
which made Boll Weevil shout:
I been deceived and I been cheated
What more can I say?
Gimme a Havana Tampa,
hot tamale, and rock away!