Neffertiti out west in a stolen Limousine Twenty to her name And a walk like you ain't seen
She moved number eight just a bottle in her hand An old radio wrapped up in it's And no plan
I watched her in the She blew me a little And said, "Hey baby, what's a boy you in a place like this?"
Then she said, "Well, I to be the one To have to give you the But world ain't nothin' But a one way to the blues"
she said, "Baby" She said, "Baby Baby, can you me find A soul on this old radio?"
And we can us a little salvation If you got no place to go Oh baby, can you me find A soul station? I'm kinda low And if you use your, use 'magination Baby, I jus' like 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 work we'd meet for I'd her count up all her tips
She'd some money In my and say "Baby, go home Now what you tryin' to Boy, in this all alone"
Then she said, "Well, I to be the one To have to you the news But this world ain't 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 station? I'm feeling kinda low And if you use your, use 'magination Baby, I dance jus' Brigitte Bardot
She'd say, "Mamma be worried about you" She'd make me send home letters every month or so
So I'd be there writing at her table And be dancin' to the Sweet soul music playin' on her
Mamma wants to rock you, 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 station? I'm feeling kinda low And if you use your, use 'magination Baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte
came out west in a stolen limousine