Hey Ladies

Album: Paul's Boutique (1989)
Charted: 76 36
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  • 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
    I date women on T.V. 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 her 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 up on the ceiling
    Such and such'll be the bass that I'm throwing
    I'm talking to the girl telling her I'm all-knowing
    She's talking to the kid (who?) to the kid, to the kid
    I'm telling her every lie that you know that I never did
    Hey ladies, 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 was 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 have
    And 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 fifteen 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
    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
    Just 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?) well, you know that

    She 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
    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 six train
    Take my advice at any price a gorilla like your mother is mighty weak
    Sucking down pints until I didn't know
    Woke up in the morning with a one-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
    Dance
    Good god
    Baby, baby, baby, baby
    Ain't it funky brother?
    Hey, hey, hey, hey ladies
    Hey ladies Writer/s: Roger Troutman, Larry Troutman, Michael Diamond, Adam Yauch, Michael Simpson, Barbarella Bishop, Ronald Ford, Linda Shider, Adam Horovitz, Gary Shider, Matt Dike, John King
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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