I want to tell you about my good thing
I'm not disclosing no names, but
He sure is a good friend, and
I ain't going to tell you where he comes from, boy
If I tell you you won't come again, hey
I'm not going to tell you nothing
But I do will, but I know, yeah!
Now let me tell you about my girl
I open up a newspaper and what do I see?
See my girl, ah, looking at me
Oh, and when she walks, she walks
Let me tell you, when she talks, she talks
And when she looks me in my eye
She's my baby, Lord I want to make her mine, baby
Oh, tell me baby what you want me to do!
And you want me to love you, love some other men?
Oh, ain't going to call me Mr. Pitiful, no!
I don't need no respect from nobody, no
I ain't going to 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, oooh!
She's my baby let me 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 to tell
I ain't going to tell you one thing
That you really ought to know, boy!
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 feel 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 you 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?)