When my man looks at me He knocks me off my feet. When my man looks at me He knocks me off my feet. He's got those 'lectric-shockin' eyes an' The way he shocks me sho is sweet. He kin play a banjo. Lordy, he kin plunk, plunk, plunk. He kin play a banjo. I mean plunk, plunk . . . plunk, plunk. He plays good when he's sober And better, better, better when he's drunk. Eagle-rockin', Daddy, eagle-rock with me. Eagle-rockin', Come an' eagle-rock with me. Honey baby, Eagle-rockish as I kin be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 14. OVER THE COFFIN by THOMAS HARDY COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK TO SIR HENRY GOODYERE by BEN JONSON THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE THE FLATTERERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO ONE ON HER BIRTHDAY (2) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |