Hey ladiesbeastie boyshey ladies in the place i'm callin' out to yathere never was a city kid truer and bluerthere's more to me than you'll ever knowand i've got more hits than sadaharu ohton thumb tom cushman or tom foolerydate women on t.v. with the help of chuck woolerywords are flowing out just like the grand canyonand i'm always out looking for a female companioni threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the cribi took off her moccasins and put on my bibi'm wheelin' and dealin' i make a little bit of stealingi'll bring you back to the place and your dress i'm peelingyour body's on time and your mind is appealingstaring at the cracks up there upon the ceilingsome such nonsense is the bass that i'm throwingtalking to a girl telling her i'm all knowingshe's talking to the kid to the whoi'm telling here every lie that you know that i never didme in the corner with a good looking daughteri dropped my drawers and it was welcome back kotterwe were cutting up the rug she started cutting up the carpetin my apartment i begged her please stop itthe gift of gab is the gift that i haveand that girl ain't nothing but the blue plate crabspecial at woodman's in essex masseducated no stupid yesand when i say stupid i mean stupid freshi'm not james at 15 or chachi in chargei'm adam and i'm adamant about living largewith the white sassoons and the looks that killmakin' love in the back of my coupe de villei met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootiei liked the little cutie but i kicked her in the bootiecause i don't kinda go for that messin' aroundyou be listening to my records' a number one soundstep to the rhythm step step to the ridei've got an open mind so why don't you all get insidetune in tune on to my tune that's liveladies flock like fish to my lineshe's got a gold tooth you know she's hardcoreshe'll show you a good time then she'll show you the doorbreak up with your girl it ended in tearsvincent van gogh and mail that eari call her in the middle of the night when i'm drinkingthe phone booth on thecorner is damp and it's stinkingshe said come on over it was me that she missedi threw that trash can through her window cause you know i got dissedyour old lady left you and you went girls (x3) insaneyou blew yourself up in the back of the 6 traintake my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty weaksucking down pints till i didn't knowwoke up in the morning at the won ton hocause i announce i like girls that bouncewith the weight that pays about a pound per ouncegirls with curls and big long locksand beatnik chicks just wearing their smockswalking high and mighty like she's #1 and*she thinks she's the passionate one*from: starlawill@aol.com