Hey Ladies

Hey ladies in the place

I'm callin' out to ya

There never was a city kid truer and bluer

There's more to me than you'll ever know

And I've got more hits than

Sadaharu Oh

Tom Thumb,

Tom Cushman, or

Tom Foolery

Dating women on

TV with the help of

Chuck Woolery

Words are flowing out just like the

Grand Canyon

And I'm always out looking for a female companion

I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib

I took off her moccasins and put on my bib

Wheelin' and dealin'

I make a little bit of stealing

I'll bring you back to the place and your dress

I'm peeling

Your body's on time and your mind is appealing

Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling

Such and such will be the bass that

I'm throwing

I'm talking to a girl telling her

I'm all knowing

She's talking to the kid(To the who?)

I'm telling here every lie that you know that

I never did

Hey leadies, get funky

All the ladies in the house

The ladies, the ladies

Well, me in the corner with a good looking daughter

I dropped my drawers, said "Welcome Back Kotter"

We were cutting up the rug, she started cutting up the carpet

In my apartment

I begged her please stop it

The gift of gab is the gift that

I haveAnd that girl ain't nothing but a crab

Educated, no.

Stupid, yep

And when I say stupid,

I mean stupid fresh

I'm not James at 15 or

Chachi in charge

I'm Adam and

I'm adamant about living large

With the white

Sassoons and the looks that kill

Makin' love in the back of my

Coupe De Ville(Benz)

I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie

I liked the little cutie but

I kicked her in the bootie'

Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around

You be listening to my records' a number one sound

Step to the rhythm step, step to the ride

I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside

Tune in, turn on, to my tune that's live

Ladies flock like bees to a hive

Hey ladies, get funky

Hey, hey, hey, hey ladies(Girls, girls)

Hey, hey, hey, hey ladies(One more time)(Ain't it funky now)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ladies(Ain't it funky now)(You know that)

She's got a gold tooth you know she's hardcore

She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door

Break up with your girl, it ended in tears

Vincent Van

Gogh go and mail that ear

Call her in the middle of the night when

I'm drinking

The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinking

She said come on over, it was me that she missed

I threw that trash can through her window 'cause you know

I got dissed

Your old lady left you and you went insane

You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train

Take my advice, at any price

A gorilla like your mother is mighty weak

Sucking down pints till

I didn't know

Woke up in the morning at the

Won Ton Ho'

Cause I announce

I like girls that bounce

With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce

Girls with curls and big long locks

And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks

Walking high and mighty like she's number one

She thinks she's the passionate one

Hey ladies, get funky

Hey ladies