LJ: Sister Kate told Mr. Neal, you can’t ride in my automobile,
LJ: Unless you wipe it off.
CW: I’m wipin' it off.
LJ: Ah, wipe it off.
CW: Ah, doot dee doe.
LJ: ‘Cause I keeps it shiny, you got to wipe it off.
CW: Wipe it off.
LJ: Take your hands off my jelly roll, they been out in the cold.
LJ: Now you wipe ‘em off.
CW: Wipe' it off.
LJ: Ah, wipe them off.
CW: I’m wipin' it off.
LJ: Your hands are full of coal dust, you got to wipe them off.
CW: You got to wipe them off.
LJ: Mr. Barber, don’t be no fool, you can’t use that same old tool,
LJ: Unless you wipe it off.
CW: Ah, wipe it off.
LJ: Ah, wipe it off.
CW: I’m wipin' it off.
LJ: They old and rusty, you better wipe them off.
CW: You better wipe it off.
LJ: Sister Kate told little brother Bud, you done dropped your baseball in the
mud,
LJ: Now you got to wipe it off.
CW: I’m wipin' it off.
LJ: Ah, you better wipe it off.
CW: I’m wipin' it off, papa.
LJ: I love to play with your baseball, you better wipe it off.
CW: You got to wipe it off.