The Crunge

I wanna tell ya 'bout my good thing

I ain't disclosing no names

But he sure is a good friend

And I ain't gonna tell you where he comes from but

If I tell you, you won't come again, oh

Hey

I ain't gonna tell you nothing, but I do well, but I know, yeah

Now let me tell you about my girl

I open up a newspaper and what do I see?

Ah, ah, see my girl, ah, looking at me

Ooh, and when she walks, she walks

And let me tell ya, when she talk, she talks

And when she looks me in my eye

She's my baby, Lord, I wanna make her mine, yeah

Ooh, tell me, baby, what you want me to do?

And you want me to love you, love some other man

Ooh, they ain't gonna call me Mr. Pitiful, no

Ah, I don't need no respect from nobody, no, no

Ah, yeah

No, no

Ah

I ain't gonna tell you nothing, I ain't gonna tell you no more, no

She's my baby, let me tell you that I love her so and, and ah

She is the woman I really wanna love, and let me tell ya more

Ooh, and she's my baby, let me tell ya, she lives next door

She's the one, a-woman, the one a-woman that I know

I ain't goin', I ain't goin', I ain't goin' to tell

I ain't gonna tell you one thing that you really ought to know

But, she's my lover, baby, and I love her so

And she's the one who really makes me whirl and twirl

And she's the kind of lover that makes me feel the whole world

And she's the one who really makes me jump and shout

Oh, a-she's the kind of girl that, I know what it's all about

Take it home

Take it, take it, take it

Ah, excuse me

Oh, will ya excuse me?

I'm just trying to find the bridge

Has anybody seen the bridge?

Please

(Have you seen the bridge?)

I ain't seen the bridge

(Where's that confounded bridge?)