I got to have a shot of what you got is oh so sweet. You got to make it hot, like a boomerang I need a repeat, Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too, Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through, You got to whip it up and hit me like a ton of lead, If I blow my top will you let it go to your head? Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too, Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through. You got to move it up and use it like a scrweball would. You got to pack it up, work it like a new boy should. Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too. Gimme all your lovin', don't let up until we're through.Girl In A T-Shirt
Some girls gotta get coco chanel Some get the luck of the draw I got a girl lookin' naturally well Hippest chick you ever saw She like wearin' powder and paint Wheelin' in a big Seville She's big cheese with the maitre D's Down at the bar and grill Just a girl in a t-shirt Girl in a t-shirt Her reputation precedes her In every boutique around They get down on their knees to please her She's throwin' that money down Now don't get it wrong, please understand She's barely keepin' up with the rent But the finer labels and her car phone Kepp her down to her very last cent Just a girl in a t-shirt Girl in a t-shirt Everybody digs her, everybody try Once you get past that femme fatale Everybody knows she's fine I had to get it and quit it and keep a cool head It took me a pass or two But her code's done cracked I want you to know She's my baby through and through Just a girl in a t-shirt Girl in a t-shirtGive It Up
I bet the derby and I won by a nose, I bet Vegas and they took my clothes. I bet Monte Carlo I was showin' my stuff, I bet on you baby, now ain't that enough? You got to give it up, Give it up baby. Give it up. You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at. Well there's a few more things you should know about me, I trained trigger single-handedly. I invented see-through negligees, And I bought the flying saucer off the Presley estate. You got to give it up, You got to give it up baby. Give it up. You got to give it up, baby, tell me where it's at. I fell in love down in Mexico, Thunderbird wine's the only way to go. I been in love ten thousand times, All you got to do is remember my line.Goin' Down To Mexico
I was on my way down to Mexico, there was trouble on the rise. It was nothing more than I'd left behind, which was much to my surprise. I turned around and lit a cigarette wiped the dust off of my boots. When up ahead I saw the crowd, I knew it was no use. I'ts been the same way for Oh so long, it looks like I'm singing the same old song. A fine and fancy man was he, doing good things for the poor. Givin' rides in his rockin' Eighty-eight for free. They could not hope for more. When it came my turn he said to me, "Have I seen your face before?" I said, "Oh no, you must be wrong, I'm from a distant shore. So if you don't mind, I'll just move along but it looks like I'm singin' the same old song." A Nineteen Forty movie star with a long forgotten name. She was a sexy mess in her pleated dress, still hangin' on to fame. With forgotten lines she missed her cue and left a glass of wine at home. She was singin' the same song that I was. Could we both be wrong? So hand in hand we walked along, each of us singin' the same old song.Got Me Under Pressure
She likes wearin' lipstick, she likes French cuisine but she won't let me use my passion unless it's in a limousine. She got me under pressure, she got me under pressure. She likes the art museum, she don't like Pavlov's dog. She fun at the mind museum, she likes it in a London fog. She don't like other women, she likes whips and chains. She likes cocaine and filppin' out with great Danes. She's about all I can handle, it's too much for my brain. It's got me under pressure, It's got me under pressure. I'm gonna give her a message, here's what I'm gonna say: "It's all over." She might get out a nightstick and hurt me real real bad by the roadside in a ditch. It's got me under pressure, it's got me under pressure. It's got me under pressure, it's got me under pressure.Groovy Little Hippie Pad
I'm gonna find me a groovy little hippie pad. I'm gonna find me a groovy little hippie pad. I work a hundred grand scam from a border town. Well, I'll be feeling glad. I'm gonna find me a blonde-haired mama, In a Jeep with a German Shepherd by her side. I'm gonna find me a blonde-haired mama, With boots and a fourty-four on her side. And if I ain't too hjigh or used up, I'll have her take me for a groovy little hippie ride. I'm gonna fix brown rice every day, And drink down a bottle of Midnight Red. I'm gonna fix brown rice every day, And drink down a bottle of Midnight Red. That's all I need to get groovy, That's what all the little hippie said.Gun Love
She likes to shoot her gun, Shootin' at the target of love. She likes to load her chamber, Hot and tight like a black leather glove. She's a little freak, but she'll take you in. You might be sittin' at the end of a firing pin. Gun love, gun love, gun love, She's a real gun lover, Gun love, gun love, gun love, She's a real gun lover tonight. She's so particular, she likes a Smith and Wesson or Colt. But she'll give you some lovin' as long as she's cockin' the bolt. Better hold on when she's up to her tricks Playin' Russian Roulette but she'll load all six. Gun love, gun love, gun love, She's a real gun lover, Gun love, (gun love) gun love, (gun love) gun love, She's a real gun lover tonight. She likes the punch deep down in her pistolero. Running with the wild bunch, makin' like a Robert Dinero. She's kinda shy but make no mistake, She'll shoot you full of love till your love bone aches. Gun love, gun love, gun love, She's a real gun lover, Gun love, (gun love) gun love, gun love, She's a real gun lover tonight. She's a real gun lover. She's a real gun lover tonight.