I want to tell you ‘bout my good thing
I ain’t disclosing no names but
He sure is a good friend and
I ain’t gonna tell you where he comes from, no
If I tell you you won’t come again, hey
I ain’t gonna tell you nothin’ but I do will, but I know, yeah
Now let me tell you ‘bout my girl
Open up a newspaper and what do I see? Ahh, ah
See my girl, ah, looking at me
Ooh, and when she walks, she walks
Lemme tell ya, when she talks, she talks
And when she looks me in my eye
She’s my baby, Lord, I want to make her mine, yeah
Tell me baby what you want me to do?
And you want me to love you, love some other man too?
Ain’t gonna call me Mr. Pitiful, no
Oh, I don’t need no respect from nobody, no, no
Ahh, no no, ahh
I ain’t gonna tell you nothing I ain’t gonna tell you no more, no
She’s my baby, let me tell you that I love her so and, and
She’s the woman I really want to love and let me tell you more, ooh
She’s my baby, lemme tell you, she lives next door
She’s the one a-woman, the one a-woman that I know
I ain’t going, I ain’t going, I ain’t going tell you
I ain’t going tell you one thing that you really ought to know, ooh
She’s my lover, baby, and I love her so and
She’s the one that really makes me whirl and twirl!
And she’s the kind of lover that makes me me fill the whole world and
She’s the one who really makes me jump and shout, ooh
She’s the kind of girl, I know what it’s all about
Take it on, take it, take it, take it
Ah, excuse me
Oh, will ya excuse me
I’m just trying to find the bridge
Has anybody seen the bridge?
Have you seen the bridge?
I ain’t seen the bridge!
Where’s that confounded bridge?