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Hey Hey ladies in the place, I'm callin' out to ya There never was a city kid truer and bluer There's more to me than you'll ever know And I got more hits than Sadaharu Oh Tom Thumb, Tom Cushman, or Tom Foolery Date women on TV with the help of Chuck Woolery Words flowin' out just like the Grand Canyon And I'm always out lookin' for a female companion I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib I took off her moccasins and put on the bib Wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of a stealin' I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peelin' Your body's on time and your mind is appealin' Starin' at the cracks up there upon the ceilin' Such and such will be the bass that I'm throwin' I'm talking to a girl, telling her I'm all-knowing Well, she's talking to the kid (who? to the kid) I'm telling her every lie that you know that I never did Hey ladies, get funky All the ladies in the house The ladies, the ladies Well, me in the corner with a good-lookin' daughter I dropped my drawers and said "Welcome back Kotter" We was cuttin' up the rug, she started cuttin' up the carpet In my apartment, I begged her please stop it The gift of gab is the gift that I have And that girl ain't nothin' but a crab Educated… No, Stupid… Yep And when I say stupid, I mean stupid fresh I'm not James At 15 or Chachi in charge I'm Adam and I'm adamant about livin' large With the white sassoons and the looks that kill Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville I met a little cutie, she was all hopped up on zootie I liked the little cutie, but I kicked her in the booty Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around You be listenin' to my records', a number one sound Step to the rhythm, step, step to the rhyme I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside Tune in, turn on, to my tune that's live Ladies flock like bees to a hive Hey ladies, get funky Hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies Girls, girls Hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies One more time ain't it funky now Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies Ain't it funky now You know that She's got a gold tooth, you know she's hardcore She'll show you a good time, then she'll show you the door Break up with your girl, it ended in tears Vincent van Gogh, go and mail that ear I call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinkin' The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinkin' She said come on over, it was me that she missed I threw that trash can through her window cause you know I got dissed Your old lady left you and you went insane You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 Train Well, take my advice at any price A gorilla like your mother is mighty weak, man Suckin' down pints 'till I didn't know Woke up in the morning at the Won Ton Ho Cause I announce, I like girls that bounce With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce Girls with curls, and big long locks And beatnik chicks, just wearing their smocks Walkin' high and mighty like she's number one She thinks she's the passionate one Hey ladies, get funky What's that? Good god Good god, dance Good god Baby, baby, baby, baby Ain't it funky, brother? He, ha, ha, ha Hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies Hey, hey, ladies
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