Loud Speaking Papa Lyrics

Lucy Lee from Tennessee, 
Went and bought a radio set; 
She also had a household pet, 
The loudest-speakin' papa I've heard yet; 
He talked tough, acted rough, 
And he strutted terribly proud, 
He'd rave and shout out loud; 
He always sounded like a crowd; 
One night he bawled her out about her radio, 
This made Miss Lucy angry and she told him so. 
She said: 

Loud-speakin' papa, you better speak easy to me; 
Someday you'll shout and then no doubt, 
I'm gonna turn your dial and tune you out, 
'Cause I don't have to listen to your noise and din. 
There's plenty other stations I can tune right in, 
So loud-speakin' papa, you better speak easy to me! 
Get what I'm saying: 
You better speak easy to me! 

You listening now to station WIFE, 
Your mama is announcin', listen carefully: 
If you get mama angry, as sure as you're born, 
I'm gonna twist your aerial, and bust your horn; 
I don't like your broadcastin' anyhow, 
Your program's gettin' stale; it's full of static now; 
You know your mama's got an awful powerful set, 
And there ain't nothin' nowhere that I can't get! 
So loud-speakin' papa, you'd better speak easy to me! 

Someday you'll shout and then no doubt, 
I'm gonna turn your dial and tune you out, 
I've got a strong suspicion that you cannot last, 
'Cause you're wearin' out your storage batteries mighty fast, 
So loud-speakin' papa, you'd better speak easy to me, 
Pipe down, sailor! you'd better speak easy to me!