Neffertiti came out west in a Limousine Twenty dollars to her And a walk like you ain't never
She into number eight With just a in her hand An old wrapped up in it's cord And no particular
I her in the hallway 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 help me A station on this old radio?"
And we can us a little salvation If you got no else 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' like Brigitte
I was sweepin' a floor 'Cross midnight to eight If my was ever comin' in It sure was dockin'
was dancin' six nights At a club jut off the After work we'd for breakfast I'd her count up all her tips
She'd stuff some In my and say "Baby, go back Now what you to prove Boy, in this all alone"
Then she said, "Well, I to be the one To to give you the news But this world nothin' But a one way to the blues"
And we can us a little salvation If you got no else to go Oh baby, can you me find A soul I'm feeling kinda low And if you use your, use your Baby, I dance like Brigitte Bardot
say, "Mamma must be worried Sick you" She'd make me send home every every month or so
So I'd be there at her kitchen table And Neffertiti'd be to the Sweet soul music playin' on her
Mamma wants to rock you, rock you To the sweet soul music on the
And we can steal us a little If you got no else to go Oh baby, can you me find A soul I'm feeling kinda low And if you use your, use 'magination Baby, I jus' like Brigitte Bardot
came out west in a stolen limousine