Love the way you wear you hair down long Like the way your voice sounds on the telephone You know you're looking sexy in tight blue jeans But there's one thing I got to ask you please
Do you have a garter belt Would you wear stockings Do you have a garter belt Would you wear stockings
I don't mean to put no heat on you But I wonder if you feel the way I do You don't have to worry ?cause it's alright I ain't kinky baby, I know what I like
Do you have a garter belt Would you wear stockings If I call out for help Just keep on rocking
You just get better all the time Darling, don't you change a thing Lately you're the only song I want to sing You're my reason to try
You just get sweeter every day The little things you do and say If only you could see you through my eyes You just get better all the time
And I get the feeling I can make it babe As long as you are by my side You're the music in my ears The laughter when the tears Are falling down in my life
And on down through the years You never tried to change my ways You never made me feel I had to say I'm sorry
You just get better all the time And just today I heard you read my mind That kind of magic is so hard to find You just get better all the time
If some of ya'll never been down south too much I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this So that you'll understand what I'm talkin' about Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods And in the fields looks somethin' like a turnip green And everybody calls it polk salad, polk salad Used to know a girl lived down there And she'd go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it Carry it home and cook it for supper 'Cause thats about all they had to eat, but they did all right
Down in Louisiana, where the alligators grow so mean There lived a girl, that I swear to the world Made the alligators look tame Polk salad Annie, polk salad Annie Everybody said it was a shame Cause her momma was a workin' on the chain gang (A mean vicious woman)
Everyday ?for supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny Everybody says it was a shame Cause her momma was a workin' on the chain gang (A wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman Lord have Mercy, pick a mess of it)
Her daddy was lazy and no count, claimed he had a bad back All her brothers were fit for was stealin' watermelons Out of my truck patch Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny Everybody said it was a shame Cause her momma was a workin' on the chain gang (Sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need me a mess of it)
This is about two cats They're sittin' down by a river in the swamps They're sittin' down on the logs One of them is kind of a big fellow
And the other one is a little bit smaller And he's got a long billed cap And they're sittin' there ponderin' On what they're gonna do for the night
And anything the big guy decides On the little guy's for 'Cause he digs him, he's cool So it's called Roosevelt and Ira Lee
The river was dark and muddy And the moon was on the rise And all of the creatures in the swampland Had woke up to feed for the night
Roosevelt and Ira Lee, huh, were sittin' there on a log Ira Lee turned to Roosevelt and said I'd sure like to have a mess of bull frog He said, yeah, yeah, lawd, sure would taste good
So they slipped on their rubber boots And walked down to the water's edge And right away they knew That the night would be a bummer
'Cause Ira Lee stepped On a water mossacin He said, uh, uh, lawd Somebody help me
Ira Lee turned to Roosevelt When he quit his screamin' and kickin' And he said, let's forget about the bullfrog legs And go out and steal us some chickens
And Ol' Roosevelt said like this now Yeah, yeah, ooh, it sure would taste good Yes it would, I love a chicken Oh, the river was dark and muddy, yeah
If some of ya'll never been down south too much I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this So that you'll understand what I'm talkin' about Down there we have a plant that grows out in the woods And in the fields looks somethin' like a turnip green And everybody calls it polk salad, polk salad Used to know a girl lived down there And she'd go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it Carry it home and cook it for supper 'Cause thats about all they had to eat, but they did all right
Down in Louisiana, where the alligators grow so mean There lived a girl, that I swear to the world Made the alligators look tame Polk salad Annie, polk salad Annie Everybody said it was a shame Cause her momma was a workin' on the chain gang (A mean vicious woman)
Everyday ?for supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny Everybody says it was a shame Cause her momma was a workin' on the chain gang (A wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman Lord have Mercy, pick a mess of it)
Her daddy was lazy and no count, claimed he had a bad back All her brothers were fit for was stealin' watermelons Out of my truck patch Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny Everybody said it was a shame Cause her momma was a workin' on the chain gang (Sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need me a mess of it)
