I wanna tell you bout my good thing I aint disclosing no names- but she is a good friend I aint gonna tell you where she comes from if I tell you you wont come again I aint gonna tell you that I should do but I know now let me tell you bout my girl open a newspaper and what do I see see my girl looking at me and when she walks, she walks and when she talks, she talks and when she looks at me in the eye shes my baby I wanna make her mine tell me baby what you want me to do you want me to love you, love some other man too aint gonna call me mr. pitiful no I dont need no respect from nobody no
I aint gonna tell you nothing I cant tell you no more shes my baby let me tell you I love her so and shes the woman I really wanna love and let me tell you more shes my baby she lives next door shes the one a woman the one a woman that I know I aint gonna tell you one thing that you really ought to know shes my baby and I love her so shes the one that really makes me whirl and twirl and shes got the kind of love that makes me fill the whole world shes the kind of girl makes me jump and shout shes the kind of girl lets me know what its all about take it take it
Excuse me Oh will ya excuse me I'm just trying to find the bridge Has anybody seen the bridge? Please! (Have you seen the bridge?)
I ain't seen the bridge! (Where's that confounded bridge?)