At The Club

Well, I just stopped in this evening

To get myself a little taste

The music is nice and swinging

And of course, I really dig the place

Course, I haven't

Had much sleep lately

I feel sorta down and out

Yeah, but look over there

In the corner, man

Oh, yeah, there's something

To shout about

Hey, hey, pretty baby

Girl, don't you go nowhere

(Are you talking to me)

I'm talking to you, pretty baby

Girl, don't you go nowhere

Cause as soon as I pay the bartender

Girl, I'll be right there

She looked up and blushed and smiled

And my heart skipped a beat

Mmm, she's stacked from

Her head down to her feet

Hey, barkeep

You better come here and get your bread

This little girl's getting ready to split

And I'm about to go out of my head

Hey, hey, pretty baby

Girl, don't you go out that door

(Are you talking to me)

I'm talking to you, pretty baby

Girl, don't you go out that door

I'm afraid if I lose sight of you

I just might not see you no more

She slowed up just a little bit

And turned her head and smiled

She was 34-24-38

And dressed in the latest style

I finally caught up

With the pretty little thing

Before she got out on the street

And she told she was

Waiting on her old man

Who was a policeman on the beat

Hey, hey, pretty baby

Girl, I'll see you another time

(Are you talking to me)

I'm talking to you, pretty baby

Girl, I'll see you another time

If you're a policeman's woman

Lyrics courtesy Top40db.

Just talking to you is a crime

(That's right, bud, let's go)

Oh, no