Hey Ladies

Hey ladies in the place
Im callin out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
Theres more to me than youll ever know
And Ive got more hits than
Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb,
Tom Cushman, or
Tom Foolery
Dating women on
TV with the help of
Chuck Woolery
Words are flowing out just like the
Grand Canyon
And Im always out looking 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 my bib
Wheelin and dealin
I make a little bit of stealing
Ill bring you back to the place and your dress
Im peeling
Your bodys on time and your mind is appealing
Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling
Such and such will be the bass that
Im throwing
Im talking to a girl telling her
Im all knowing
Shes talking to the kid(To the who?)
Im telling here every lie that you know that
I never did
Hey leadies, get funky
All the ladies in the house
The ladies, the ladies
Well, me in the corner with a good looking daughter
I dropped my drawers, said 'Welcome Back Kotter'
We were cutting up the rug, she started cutting up the carpet
In my apartment
I begged her please stop it
The gift of gab is the gift that
I haveAnd that girl aint nothing but a crab
Educated, no.
Stupid, yep
And when I say stupid,
I mean stupid fresh
Im not James at 15 or
Chachi in charge
Im Adamand
Im adamant about living large
With the white
Sassoons and the looks that kill
Makin love in the back of my
Coupe De Ville(Benz)
I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie
I liked the little cutie but
I kicked her in the bootie
Cause I dont kinda go for that messin around
You be listening to my records a number one sound
Step to the rhythm step, step to the ride
Ive got an open mind so why dont you all get inside
Tune in, turn on, to my tune thats 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)(Aint it funky now)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ladies(Aint it funky now)(You know that)
Shes got a gold tooth you know shes hardcore
Shell show you a good time then shell show you the door
Break up with your girl, it ended in tears
Vincent Van
Gogh go and mail that ear
Call her in the middle of the night when
Im drinking
The phone booth on the corner is damp and its stinking
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
Take my advice, at any price
A gorilla like your mother is mighty weak
Sucking down pints till
I didnt 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
Walking high and mighty like shes number one
She thinks shes the passionate one
Hey ladies, get funky
Hey ladies