I was down in Savannah
Eatin' cream and bananas
When the heat just made me faint
I began to get crosseyed
I thought I was lost, I'd
Begun to see things as they ain't
As the relatives gathered
To see what's the matter
The doctor came to see was I dyin'
But the doctor said, "Give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine"
I was told a little tale
About a skinny-as-a-rail
Eight foot cowboy with a headache
He was hung up in the desert
Swattin' rats and tryin' to get a
Drink of water with his knees a-gettin' mud caked
And I'll tell you in a sentence
How he stumbled into Memphis
Tenessee, hardly crawlin' lookin' dust-baked
We gave 'im little water; a little bit of wine
He opened up his eyes but they didn't seem to shine
Then the doctor said, "Give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine"
So if you ever get sickly
Get sis' to run quickly
To the dusty closet shelf
And pull out a washboard
And play a guitar chord
And do a little do it yourself
Call on your neighbors
To put down their labors
And come and play the hardware in time
'Cause the doctor said, Give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine"
I was floatin' in the ocean
Greased with suntan lotion
When I got wiped out by a beach boy
He was surfin' when he hit me
But jumped off his board to get me
And he dragged me by the armpit like a child's toy
As we staggered into land with
All the waiters eatin' sandwiches
He tried to mooch a towel from the hoi poloi
He emptied out his eardrums; I emptied out mine
And everybody knows that the very last line
Is the doctor said, "Give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine"
And the doctor said, "Give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine"
Eatin' cream and bananas
When the heat just made me faint
I began to get crosseyed
I thought I was lost, I'd
Begun to see things as they ain't
As the relatives gathered
To see what's the matter
The doctor came to see was I dyin'
But the doctor said, "Give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine"
I was told a little tale
About a skinny-as-a-rail
Eight foot cowboy with a headache
He was hung up in the desert
Swattin' rats and tryin' to get a
Drink of water with his knees a-gettin' mud caked
And I'll tell you in a sentence
How he stumbled into Memphis
Tenessee, hardly crawlin' lookin' dust-baked
We gave 'im little water; a little bit of wine
He opened up his eyes but they didn't seem to shine
Then the doctor said, "Give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine"
So if you ever get sickly
Get sis' to run quickly
To the dusty closet shelf
And pull out a washboard
And play a guitar chord
And do a little do it yourself
Call on your neighbors
To put down their labors
And come and play the hardware in time
'Cause the doctor said, Give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine"
I was floatin' in the ocean
Greased with suntan lotion
When I got wiped out by a beach boy
He was surfin' when he hit me
But jumped off his board to get me
And he dragged me by the armpit like a child's toy
As we staggered into land with
All the waiters eatin' sandwiches
He tried to mooch a towel from the hoi poloi
He emptied out his eardrums; I emptied out mine
And everybody knows that the very last line
Is the doctor said, "Give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine"
And the doctor said, "Give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine"