(young - young) Get ready You think your kinda tough You're walkin' kinda rough When you want any more You go fast wo' wo' wo' Things go tough And you
Wooo When I see a pretty woman You know it give me a thrill And she's tailor made to order You know I can't stand still And you won't need a doctor '
Got the word, getting ready Gonna get my pay from ? ? ? ? I'm in light, ? ? ? ? When the action is hot, ? ? ? ? No town, no city Gonna be free from
(young - young) I got a big fat cadillac built for you I got a honk that'll blow the avenue Got a hot dog kickin' all bend my thing Got a a sugar looking
(young - young) Oh yeah Well there be no words of fighting around here 'cause nothin' don't matter 'cause it ain't clear Well it could be on a monday
(young - young) I look at my watch to find out the right time of the day I look at her libido hey hey hey I gotta get up and climb her, to roll her on
Come on baby give me your hand Check out the high spots, the lay of the land Need a little lovin' in a big limousine (?) Oooh, come on over baby and I
Well I was out on a drive On a bit of a trip Lookin' for thrills To get me some kicks Now I warn you ladies I shoot from the hip I was born with a stiff
yeah oh yeah yeah yeah Don't you give me no line Better run if you can Just like a thorn in my side So don't give me no Don't you give me no Don't
Well they move on down And they crawl around Walkin' sideways Sideways walkin' Gives me the blues And then you start to scratch And they start to hatch
Whiskey, gin and brandy With a glass I'm pretty handy I'm trying to walk a straight line On sour mash and cheap wine So join me for a drink boys We're
She make the place a jumpin' The way she move around She like a romp and rollin' That when she get it out And when she start a rockin' She bring me to
(young - young) Humdinger Bell ringer Got a nasty stinger To slow you down Mud slinger Gold digger Who point the finger And do you down Kickin' and a
You're working in bars Riding in cars Never gonna give it for free Your apartment with a view On the finest avenue Looking at your beat on the street
Up in the morning and out to school The teacher is teaching the golden rule American history and practical maths You studyin' hard and you hopin' to pass
Breakin' balls, bangin' walls Work hard and tough, and I want some rough Unpack my bags and take a drag When bang on nine, and dead on time Open up the
The bartender's working on a late night shift She's bonka blonds and Bon aims on a midnight drift And the dance band's playing the same old slam I'm sinking
Burnin' alive, set my soul on fire Runnin' with a gun, this place is gonna burn No firewater or novacaine No thunderstorm, no John Wayne No kids to rock