I'm havin? a baby A little girl, a little boy, a little you, a little me And I'm so proud to be that baby's daddy What is this news you've got to tell me? Girl, what has got you so excited? Why would you call me on my job When I'm right in the middle of

Now would you hate me if I said goodbye So quick you could eat my dust? In the wind from dawn 'til dusk? When you cry, you waste your time Over boys you never liked So keep it light Girl, would it kill you just to throw a little bit of attention? If I

Little girl, dream Little boy, dream Every soul comes to the sun Carried on angel's wings to human birth Born of love or born of hate Each one is heaven sent to human fate In joy and pain each one will grow For wisdom is so much more than what we know

How about you? When a girl meets boy Life can be a joy But the note they end on Will depend on Little pleasures they will share So let us compare I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?

All of my lovin' and everything The little girl she done put me down Yeah, ain't that a pity People ain't that a cryin' shame Ain't that a pity I declare it's a cryin' shame She wait till it got nine below zero And put me down for another man I give her

Forget that boy, forget that boy You're holding back tears in your eyes Bad boy wanna fight but I never see him fighting for you He'll never realize what he's got Until it's gone and he'll lose you forever Girl you'll be alright, forget that boy You know

You've talking about your woman, I wish to God, man, that you could see You're talking about your woman, I wish to God that you could see mine Every time the little girl start to loving, she bring eyesight to the blind Lord, her daddy must been a

Good mornin' 'lil school girl, Tell your mother and your father, I'm gettin' me an airplane, can I go home, can I go home with you? I'm a little school boy too Woke up this mornin', woke up this mornin', I didn't know what to, I didn't know what to do

And let this winter pass on by Peoples, I'm gonna have to go Call my baby You know the little girl fail to come If I call my baby You know the little girl would fail to come Hot spring water Oh, yeah boy, wouldn't help her none I mean, wouldn't help her

No use old girl You may as well surrender Your hopes are getting slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Just sit there and count your little