that dood it

now here's a story about, reppy old jive, ooh my my, my honey and me, i've been diggin' a those stories, about the west of kansas that had been told, me & my baby out out there, dig up a mass of gold, the minute we found the bare treasure, i looked up to see, a great big old lady foot jiving looking, dead on me, and ain't that dood it, you know, ain't that dood it, i can have no more eyes, for diggin' up no more gold on, i grabbed what i had in one hand, and my baby 'bout the other, against grabbed by coat tail and said, don't you go another farther, i ripped of my coat when i was shaken insane, but what really got my coat, was when i heard my baby scream, ain't that dood it, ain't that dood it, 'cause i ain't going nowhere, and leave my baby there no, i put on my breeches and stopped dead in my trackes, as much as i hated the idea, i went crawling on back, i said look here mr. giant, as i raised slowly on one knee, i'll do anything you say hand my baby to me, ain't that dood it, ain't that dood it, he said you prefer to lose, and i'll set your baby free no, i said i'll make you a proposition, it's up to you to choose, just leave your money or your honey, one of the two you'll have to leave, i said mr. giant i want to thank you, for taking the load off my mind, but when it comes to choose between my money, and my honey, i'd take my money, what am i saying, i mean my honey every time, ain't that dood it, you know ain't that dood it, now the giant got the money, and i got my honey, and everybody's feeling fine no