Slappin' The Cakes On Me

I walked in, sat down

Took my sutomary look around

I saw a fine young thin heading straight my eyes

And before I could think if something slick to say

She sat right down and said, ?Yes, you may?

She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend

She was slappin' the cakes on me

She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend

She was slappin' the cakes on me as any fool could plainly see

She was full of feminie expertise

She was on her toes, I was on my knees

She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend

She was slappin' the cakes on me

I was mute, I was mum, I was trying not look too dumb

I said I certainly hope you won't misconstrue

But perhaps we could have a little drink or two

I said, ?What's your pleasure?? , she said, ?Guys like you?

We walked out hand in hand, exactly as the lady planned

Then I moved in with my smoothest line

I said, ?Look here woman, what's your sign??

Later for that your place or mine

She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend

She was slappin' the cakes on me

She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend

She was slappin' the cakes on me as any fool could plainly see

She was a ruthless master of poetry

She was over my head, I was out of my league

She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend

She was slappin' the cakes on me

Now to tell you the truth that's exactly what happened

Just the other night when this lady started

She was slappin' the cakes on me

She was slappin' the cakes on me