Poor Boy Paul (tk 7) Songtext
von Little Richard

I got patches on my knees, caught one passing one out (yeah)
Holes in my shoes and my toes are sticking out (yeah)
Buttons on my shirt don′t match at all (yeah)
That's why they call me poor boy Paul

Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, pa-pa
Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, pa-pa
Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, wa-pa-pa
Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, pa-pa

All year long, it didn′t rain a spell (yeah)
The crops got hard, and the crops got out (yeah)
I worked so hard almost every day (yeah)
I'm working like a dog, but I couldn't make a pay (yeah)

I said a hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, pa-pa
Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, pa-pa
Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, wa-pa-pa
Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, pa-pa


I′m gonna marry my Rosalie (yeah)
I just wanna thank God for stopping me (yeah)
I haven′t got a ring and no money at all (yeah)
And that's why they call me poor boy Paul

I said a hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, pa-pa
Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, pa-pa
Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, wa-pa-pa
Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, pa-pa
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)

The cows won′t milk, and the chickens won't lay (yeah)
The horses gonna die ′cause they runnin' outta hay (yeah)
The cats are gettin′ skinny and the mice are getting thin (yeah)
The hound dogs are howling for a bone or two

They say hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa
Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, pa-pa
Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, wa-pa-pa
Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, pa-pa

(Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, wa-pa-pa) whoo
(Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, pa-pa) whoo
(Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, pa-pa) whoo
(Hep-da-ba-di-di, wa-pa-pa, wa-pa-pa) oh, poor boy Paul