Yeah
YeahBaby, baby, come on keep it upI found myself at the drugstore,
Baby rapping with my funky friends
Shed tears of joy for a soul of sadness, ah ahMy mind was made up now baby
But my mouth kept talking
What the hell am I gonna do,
Gonna doI said how the hell did they get there, baby
How the hell did they get there, babyI met this thing called Carrie
She kinda smoked those long French cigarettes (know what I mean boys)
She tried to get me upset
By saying silly little thingsMy mind was made up now baby
But my mouth kept talking
The hell am I gonna do,
Gonna doI said how the hell did they get there, baby
How the hell did they get there, baby
How the hell did they
I say how the hell did they
How the hell did they get there, baby
Come on, keep it upUm, No matter hard I try, try, try, try
Yes, I was Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti
Try a little tenderness,
Come on try, A little tenderness
Same thing
Makes you do wrong
Makes you do right, yeah, yeah, baby baby,
Come on Gimme some groove thing
Groove thingHorns, hornsOh try tender, ah ohYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahMind was made up now baby
But my mouth kept talking
What the hell am I gonna do,
Gonna doI said how the hell did they get there, baby
How the hell did they get there, baby
The hell did they
I said how the hell did they
How the hell did they get there, baby
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Get there baby,
Baby, baby
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Get there baby,
Baby, baby, yeah
How the hell did they
I said how the hell did they,
I said how the hell did they,
Get there baby