I know a gal dat lubs a coon,
I know her habitation;
And it's my habit, like de moon,
To shine on dat plantation.
And when I get there, what occurs?
I guess my cheek gets close to hers,
And den our noses get togedder,
And den we chin about de wedder.
Coo-ee! Coo-ee!
Not much wedder! don't you shout,
I don't tell what we chin about.

Chorus: I know a gal dat lubs a coon,
Dat's me!
I know a gal dat lubs a coon,
Dat's she!
And around the ol' plantation,
Beneath de silber moon,
I lub perambulation,
Wid de gat that lubs a coon.

My heart is in a pulpy state,
It's in a pulpy-tation;
My girl's like dat, because she's fat,
She's my infatuation.
And don't I lub her? guess I do!
She fits me like a rubber shoe,
Coo-ee! Coo-ee!
We're two shoes now, don't yer snort,
We're two shoes of de patent sort.


Dere'll be a wedding putty soon,
De banjo we'll be toonin';
Me and my gal dat lubs a coon,
Will soon be honeymoonin'.
But first we'll shuck de master's corn,
We've shucked it, bofe, since we were born,
Coo-ee! Coo-ee!
We're two daisies, don't you squeal,
We're daisies at a good square meal.

Written and composed by Harry Hunter & Edmund Forman - 1904
Performed by Johnny Danvers (1860-1939)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
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