Sweet Mama Stringbean, shake that thing.
Make thousands cheer with your new crooning style!
Walk out on that stage and chile, let it ring.

Baby, do that last encore, that last bawdy swing.
Ain’t no harm in makin’ ‘em beg at the footlights a while.
Sweet Mama Stringbean, shake that thing

to the rhythm you and the jazz band bring.
The thousands worship you like you queen of the Nile.
Walk out on that stage and chile, let it ring.

Your ass started off poor! Not a buck, not a thing
and you made it this far ‘cause you got guile.
Sweet Mama Stringbean, shake that thing.

To your torchy notes the thousands cling
so if you stop they’ll be blue, I make no denial.
Walk out on that stage and chile, let it ring.

This poem is over ‘cause I can’t find no more “ing.”
But honey, Ethel’s on so don’t be touchin’ that dial!
Sweet Mama Stringbean, shake that thing.
Walk out on that stage and chile, let it ring.