From the recording There Goes Rhymin' Pie Man
You may have noticed I tend to rely on sarcasm a lot in my writing, which I suppose works most of the time, well I hope so. This is one of those songs where I sound like a complete idiot, by design, because the self professed "ass bandit" singing the song is really not me. It's a bling wearin' guy like that dude Mork befriended on the old Mork and Mindy show (RIP Robin), who coined the phrase, "Chicks dig me. And chicks dig me, diggin' them". That guy. At the same time there is some ringing of the true in this song. Cuz men. We're animals.
Lyrics
I got a fifty dollar bill and a tub-o-hot soap
I’ll be cruisin’ tonight, I got muscle and hope
I might meet a young lady, to hold me tight
And score for a change this Saturday night
Oh baby, oh honey
Where are ya doll?
I don’t own no slacks, I jus’ slip on my jeans
They’re kinda tight in the butt
There ain’t no in between
I’m revvin’ up my wheels
Good lovin’ or bust
I got a textbook case of unconditional lust
Oh baby, oh sugar
I know you’re out there baby!
Sing it boys!
We got uncondition, unconditional lust
We got uncondition, unconditional lust
We got uncondition, unconditional lust
We got a textbook case of unconditional lust
Oh baby, oh sugar
Where are ya doll?!
Take off Turn! (Tim Turner)
Solo
Now it’s a nice night out for an open shirt!
I think I’ll leave open up down t’my navel
And see how it works!
I got hair on my chest, jus’ gathering dust
I got a textbook case of unconditional lust
Oh baby, oh honey
Where are ya baby
One more time boys!
We got uncondition, unconditional lust
We got uncondition, unconditional lust
We got uncondition, unconditional lust
We got a textbook case of unconditional lust
Oh baby, oh sugar
Where are ya doll?!
One more time boys!
We got uncondition, unconditional lust
We got uncondition, unconditional lust
We got uncondition, unconditional lust
We got a textbook case of unconditional lust
Oh baby, oh honey
Come to me baby be sweet as candy now doll
Walk home!