No, no, no, she ain't ready Just got back from the downtown Palais Where the music was so sweet It knocked me right back in the alley I'm ready, yea, yea, yea, I'm ready Wo, wo, wo, I'm ready And I'm really gonna rock tonight Sweet little lady sings like

I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door And her mama and her papa

Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing I'm losing you Ain't love the sweetest thing Baby's got blue skies up ahead Oh oh, the sweetest thing My love she throws me like a rubber ball She won't catch me or break my fall But in this I'm a rain cloud You know she

Ah, yeah beautiful girls Here I am, ain't no man of the world, no All I need is a beautiful girl What a sweet talkin' honey with a little bit of money can turn your head around She was seaside sittin', just a smokin' and a drinkin' on ringside, On top of

Yes I ask you very confidentially, ain't she sweet? Oh I repeat, well, don't you think that's kinda neat? Ain't she sweet? See her walking down that street. Ain't she nice? Look her over once or twice. Yes I ask you very confidentially, ain't she nice?

White lights, train wreck Cyanide sweet tooth suicide She's a still thrill of suicide they say Cyanide in her plastic veins She's a mannequin of misery She's on a bender But she ain't gonna break

Runnin' wild and solo Just as fast as thing goes, boy Give me some more She's my little rock star, man she knows it She's shooting whiskey singing 'Sweet Child of Mine', now She ain't into wine and dinin' Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty Turnin' this

When I picked you up knew it wouldn't be enough Couldn't fit it in one night Shoulda told you then soon as you got in I'd be taking my sweet time I could show you around all over the town Whatever you like, girl Ain't a way I can love you the way that I

Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing I'm losing you Ain't love the sweetest thing Baby's got blue skies up ahead Oh oh, the sweetest thing My love she throws me like a rubber ball She won't catch me or break my fall But in this I'm a rain cloud You know she

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues The sweet pretty things are in bed now, of course The city fathers, they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul