POLICE WON’T LET MARIUCH-A DANCE (UNLESS SHE MOVE DA FEET), THE
When Mariuch-a do that dance, it makes me mad
I say “I’ll fix-a you for making my heart sad.”
Right from the stage door to the station house I flew,
I tell them all I see her do
I say, “Mister Judge, my Mariutch-a’s feet no budge,
She do a dance Fatima couldn’t beat,”
Then to a cop he tell, “Put Mariutch-a in a cell,”
With Tough Tony they march her down the street.
The police won’t let Mariutch-a dance unless she move da feet,
She’ll have to go like dis, no more she’ll go like dat,
The captain he no like dat hooch-ma-kooch,
He tell Mariuch, “Hurry up ski-dooch,”
The police won’t let her dance unless she move da feet.
Just when they put my Mariuch-a in a cell,
I get one chicken heart because on her I tell,
I go and get the bail from “Trim” Sullvanio,
He tell the Judge to let her go,
Then she say to me, “No more I like-a Tough Tony,
Please get me a new job right away,”
I go and see my old friend Goldsteen,
He make her work a sewing machine,
And now she has to move da feet all day.