Gimme that night fever, night fever We know how to do it We know how to show it And that sweet city woman Controlling my mind and my soul When you reach out for me Yeah, and the feelin' is right Then I get night fever, night fever

That makes me a millionaire I got love enough to spare 'Cause love is more precious than gold They say "Love is more precious than gold" Can't be bought and it can't be sold I got a woman with eyes that shine Down deep as a diamond mine She's my treasure

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

Waitin' on a woman Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall He sat down in his overalls and asked me You waitin' on a woman I nodded yeah and said how 'bout you He said son since nineteen fifty-two I've been When I picked her up for our first date I told her

Cool down the space for me little woman You're coming in to fast for me That's not how it should be She keep on trying be she can't And so she do it how she want And so I told her: Went to a dance last Saturday night I was feeling tipsy, the mood was

Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell) 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make

Wasn't she a beer drinkin' woman? She was a beer-drinkin' woman The story's true ladies and gentlemen All the names have been changed to Protect the innocent The year nineteen hundred and forty The city, Chicago the place, Rubin's Tavern The story goes

Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I've seen the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love You know I like my chicken fried Well I was raised up

I'm a slave to your flesh Woman put me right where I belong Savage and an angel, we call out in tantrum Glad I kept on your throat, we would rather turn down And I think she bankrupt Breathe, breathe I need it, I'm a mess, now Skin on you is always

Somebody's Chelsea Somebody's world Somebody's day and night One and only girl A part of a love story That never has an end You know that's what every woman wants to be I wanna be Somebody's Chelsea Met an old man yesterday