That Dood It - James Brown

Now here’s a story about

A great big old giant

Ooh!

My money

My honey

And me

I been digging all those stories about the West the cats have told

Me and my baby cut out there, dig us up a mess of gold

The minute we find a buried treasure, I looked up and see

A great big old eight-foot giant looking dead on me

And that dood it, you know, and that dood it

I didn’t have no more eyes for digging up no more gold

No, no, no, no, no, no!

I grabbed what I had in one hand and my baby by the other

A giant grabbed my coattail and said, «Don't you go another further»

I ripped off my coat when I was shaking the scene

But what really got my goat was when I heard my baby scream

An’d that dood it, ooh-wee!

And that dood it

Because I am not going nowhere, and leave my baby there

No, no, no, no, no, no!

I put on my brakes and stopped dead in my tracks

As much as I hated the idea, I went crawling on back

I said, «Look-a here, Mister Giant,» as I raised slowly on one knee

«I'll do anything you say.

Hand my baby to me.»

And that dood it, mm-hmm, and that dood it

He said, «You bust that loose, and I’ll set your baby free.»

No, no, no, no, no, no!

I said, «I'll make you a proposition.

It’s up to you to choose

It’s either your money or your honey.

One of the two you’ll have to lose.»

I said, «Mister Giant, I want to thank you for taking a load off my mind

But when it come to choosin' between my money—and my honey

I take my money—what I’m sayin'?—I mean my honey everytime.»

And that dood it, you know, and that dood it

Now the giant got the money and I got my honey, and everybody’s feeling fine

No, no, no, no, no, no!