Keeps it hopping, a one man lover across their hands on their knees
She light the bulb on the end of the back
The old man scared is ’yap yap yap yap yap’
(Yap, yap, yap) On the doorstep (Yap, yap, yap) All on the washing line
(Yap, yap, yap) Every evening (Yap, yap, yap) She never thinks of closing time
Smells like the inside of her handbag rubs away through your ears
Keeps it colored with a health light subject
She’d never been away for twenty years
Her master voice with his roles of Fats
Singing with his zip for the ’yap yap yap yap yap’
(Yap, yap, yap) On the doorstep (Yap, yap, yap) All on the washing line
(Yap, yap, yap) Every evening
(Yap, yap, yap) She never thinks of closing time
(Yap, yap, yap) On the doorstep (Yap, yap, yap) All on the washing line
(Yap, yap, yap) Every evening
(Yap, yap, yap) She never thinks of closing time
Sits like a tough giddying up at the piano, the whackers are fading away
The fox danced a trot into a tango; she always haves a nice day
She keeps her secrets right on the hat
Until the wind blows and ’yap yap yap yap yap’
(Yap, yap, yap) On the doorstep (Yap, yap, yap) All on the washing line
(Yap, yap, yap) Every evening (Yap, yap, yap) She never thinks of closing time
(Yap, yap, yap) On the doorstep (Yap, yap, yap) All onto the washing line
(Yap, yap, yap) Every evening (Yap, yap, yap) She never thinks of closing
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(Yap, yap, yap) Yap, yap, yap, yap (Yap, yap, yap) Yap, yap, yap
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