Neffertiti came out west in a stolen dollars to her name And a walk you ain't never seen
She moved number eight With just a bottle in her An old radio up in it's cord And no plan
I her in the hallway She me a little kiss And said, "Hey baby, a boy like you in a place 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 soul on this old radio?"
And we can steal us a salvation If you got no place to go Oh baby, can you help me A soul station? I'm kinda low And if you use your, use your Baby, I dance jus' Brigitte Bardot
I was a warehouse floor town midnight to eight If my ship was ever in It was dockin' late
Neffertiti was dancin' six At a club jut off the After work we'd meet for I'd her count up all her tips
She'd stuff some In my and say "Baby, go back Now what you tryin' to 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 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 your Baby, I dance jus' Brigitte Bardot
She'd say, "Mamma be worried Sick you" She'd make me send letters every 'Bout month or so
So I'd be writing at her kitchen table And Neffertiti'd be to the soul music playin' on her radio
Mamma to rock you, rock you slow To the sweet soul on the radio
And we can steal us a 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 your Baby, I dance jus' like Bardot
came out west in a stolen limousine