Neffertiti came out west in a Limousine dollars to her name And a walk like you ain't never
She moved number eight just a bottle in her hand An old radio wrapped up in it's And no particular
I watched her in the She blew me a kiss And said, "Hey baby, what's a boy you Doin' in a like this?"
Then she said, "Well, I to be the one To have to give you the But this ain't nothin' But a one way to the blues"
she said, "Baby" She said, "Baby Baby, can you me find A soul station on old radio?"
And we can us a little salvation If you got no place to go Oh baby, can you help me A station? I'm feeling kinda low And if you use your, use 'magination Baby, I dance jus' Brigitte Bardot
I was a warehouse floor 'Cross town to eight If my ship was comin' in It sure was late
Neffertiti was six nights At a club jut off the After we'd meet for breakfast I'd help her count up all her
stuff some money In my and say "Baby, go back Now what you to prove Boy, in city all alone"
she said, "Well, I hate to be the one To have to you the news But this world nothin' But a one way to the blues"
And we can steal us a salvation If you got no place to go Oh baby, can you me find A soul station? I'm feeling low And if you use your, use your Baby, I dance jus' Brigitte Bardot
She'd say, "Mamma be worried Sick you" She'd make me send home every 'Bout every or so
So I'd be there writing at her kitchen And Neffertiti'd be to the Sweet soul music on her radio
Mamma wants to rock you, you slow To the sweet music on the radio
And we can us a little salvation If you got no else to go Oh baby, can you help me A soul station? I'm feeling low And if you use your, use 'magination Baby, I dance jus' Brigitte Bardot
Neffertiti came out west in a limousine