Long before the twist
And waltzing at the ball…
Black folks did something
We called the Cooty Crawl…
Everyone hugged up tight
Just as close as could be…
Bumping and grinding
For the whole world to see…
Cigarette smoke filled the air
And the lights were red…
The cooty crawl was dancing
Just short of the bed…
We danced just as long
As the music hit the wall…
Doing the dance we folks
Called the cooty crawl…
Now the beat didn't matter
'cause we hardly moved out feet…
If you got a little hungry
There were always wings to eat…
Everyone talking and laughing
And having themselves a ball…
Like making love in clothes
When you did the cooty crawl…
He was looking good
And she was just as fine…
As they danced to the music
They toasted with some wine…
Promising to love and cherish
And to be each other's all…
Whenever they went dancing
And did the cooty crawl
Richmond L. Holton
Copyright 2004
Cooty Crawl Bar
Medium: originals in pencil.
Reproduced in sepia tones.
Size: 10" x 13"
Sale: $75 / signed prints