Neffertiti came out west in a stolen 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 plan
I her in the hallway She blew me a little And said, "Hey baby, what's a boy you Doin' in a like this?"
she said, "Well, I hate 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 else to go Oh baby, can you help me A station? I'm feeling kinda low And if you use your, use your Baby, I dance jus' like Bardot
I was a warehouse floor 'Cross midnight to eight If my ship was ever in It sure was late
Neffertiti was dancin' six At a jut off the strip After work we'd meet for I'd help her up all her tips
stuff some money In my and say "Baby, go home Now what you tryin' to Boy, in city all alone"
she said, "Well, I hate to be the one To have to you the news But world ain't 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 help me A soul station? I'm kinda low And if you use your, use your Baby, I dance like Brigitte Bardot
She'd say, "Mamma must be Sick you" She'd make me home letters every every month or so
So I'd be there writing at her kitchen And be dancin' to the soul music playin' on her radio
Mamma wants to rock you, you slow To the sweet soul music on the
And we can steal us a little If you got no place to go Oh baby, can you help me A soul I'm feeling kinda low And if you use your, use 'magination Baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte
Neffertiti came out in a stolen limousine