Hey ladies, get funky
Vincent Van Gogh go and mail that ear
'Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around
And that girl ain't nothing but a crab
Woke up in the morning at the Won Ton Ho
Call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinking
Break up with your girl, it ended in tears
Hey ladies, get funky
I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the bootie
The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinking
You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train
I met a little cutie she was all hopped up on zootie
Step to the rhythm step, step to the ride
And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks
And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon
She thinks she's the passionate one
Hey leadies, get funky
There's more to me than you'll ever know
(One more time)
Such and such will be the bass that I'm throwing
The gift of gab is the gift that I have
A gorilla like your mother is mighty weak
She's got a gold tooth you know she's hardcore
I'm talking to a girl telling her I'm all knowing
'Cause I announce I like girls that bounce
(Girls, girls)
Walking high and mighty like she's number one
Hey, hey, hey, hey ladies
All the ladies in the house
Girls with curls and big long locks
Tune in, turn on, to my tune that's live
In my apartment I begged her please stop it
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ladies
Your body's on time and your mind is appealing
And I'm always out looking for a female companion
I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside
I took off her moccasins and put on my bib
Hey, hey, hey, hey ladies
Sucking down pints till I didn't know
Take my advice, at any price
Tom Thumb, Tom Cushman, or Tom Foolery
(Benz)
Educated, no. Stupid, yep
She's talking to the kid
Ladies flock like bees to a hive
Dating women on TV with the help of Chuck Woolery
With the weight that pays about a pound per ounce
Well, me in the corner with a good looking daughter
Wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing
(To the who?)
I dropped my drawers, said "Welcome Back Kotter"
I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge
We were cutting up the rug, she started cutting up the carpet
I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large
I threw that trash can through her window 'cause you know I got dissed
(You know that)
I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peeling
With the white Sassoons and the looks that kill
I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did
I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib
And when I say stupid, I mean stupid fresh
You be listening to my records' a number one sound
The ladies, the ladies
(Ain't it funky now)
Makin' love in the back of my Coupe De Ville
Your old lady left you and you went insane
She'll show you a good time then she'll show you the door
Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling
She said come on over, it was me that she missed
(Ain't it funky now)
