Late in the evening Fall down drunk You got me feeling Not drunk but drown Knock my teeth out Make way for the gold That’s my guarantee My love, my word
Baby, I dig you
I ate scum off the street Eat raw macaroni Mess up in a minute Come on now girl, you got to show me If you want me to Anything I would Solid gold guarantee My love
Baby, I dig you
I dig your groovy hips I dig your barbequed lips I dig you much and more I dig you baby and I want you to know
That I love you Yeah send me some money I got a fat bank toll baby Cadillac, Lincoln Mercury style
Like Wilky to Coochy Like Coochy to Sis Jojo to Natra I need a little soul kiss