Baby, baby, come on it up
I found at the drugstore, Baby rapping my funky friends tears of joy for a soul of sadness, ah ah
My was made up now baby But my kept talking the hell am I gonna do, do
I said how the hell did get there, baby How the did they get there, baby
I met thing called Carrie She kinda smoked long French cigarettes (know what I mean boys) She tried to get me By silly little things
My mind was up now baby But my kept talking The am I gonna do, do
I how the hell did they get there, baby How the hell did they get there, How the hell did I say how the did they How the hell did get there, baby Come on, it up
Um, No hard I try, try, try, try Yes, I was Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti, Try a tenderness, Come on try, A little thing Makes you do you do right, yeah, yeah, baby baby, Come on Gimme groove thing Groove
Horns,
Oh try tender, ah oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Mind was made up now But my kept talking What the hell am I do, do
I how the hell did they get there, baby How the did they get there, baby The did they I said how the did they How the hell did they get there, Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, Get baby, Baby, Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, Get baby, Baby, baby, How the did they I how the hell did they, I how the hell did they, Get baby