Hold tight, hold tight,
Hold-tight-hold-tight
Foo-ra-de-ack-a-sa-ki
Want some Sea food, Mama
Steamers and sauce
And then of course
I like oysters, lobsters, too,
And I like my tasty butterfish.
When I come home from work at night
I get my favorite dish, Fish!
Hold tight, hold tight,
Hold-tight-hold-tight
Foo-ra-de-ack-a-sa-ki
Want some Sea food, Mama
Shrimpers and rice, they're very nice!
Eye-rolling Harlemites have long chuckled over the way the usually prissy white folks' radio has been going to town for a month on Hold Tight. In Harlem Hold Tight's fishy lyrics are considered no ordinary clambake stuff, but a reasonable duplication of the queer lingo some Harlem bucks use in one form of sex perversion. Harlemites...
