Crazy guts, crazy guts, it's Gutfest '89 Heavy, slim, big, large, girls with lots of gook, Cover girls and model types, girls who've got the look Young butterfly, tulip petal, mahogany devine, Ok, we're on the air live from Lake Merit in Oakland,

Why don't you stay a while? I'm gonna lay you down The world can wait, girl Lay you down, lay you down Anything you want, baby I'm gonna, I'm gonna I work for you today You can take it off, baby Take the day off, baby

Ooh-ah, ooh-ah (Give it to me baby) Come on get it, girl Baby, I'm a bad man (That's right) And you're my type of goody two-shoes girl Baby I'm a bad man, in a woman's world

And she believes in me, I'll never know just what she sees in me I told her someday if she was my girl, I could change the world With my little songs, I was wrong But she has faith in me, and so I go on trying faithfully And who knows maybe on some

(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to death I brought you from the projects And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change numbers and go) Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me Young HOV in the

High then go low Now, girl won't you drop that thing down to the floor? I'm here for one night, how far will you go? I wanna see you (Work out for me, work out for me) Ay, we've got a good thing Don't know if I'mma see you again But is that a good thing?

(You really turn me on) (You knock me off of my feet) (My lonely days are gone) (The way you make me feel) The way you make me feel You really turn me on You knock me off of my feet Go on girl! My lonely days are gone

It's a bring your own booze contribution We got beer and good old boys, good old girls Gettin' backwards in a backwoods world Sunday morning we'll have a get-right reunion Oh, but tonight it's on, pass the jar around Get so far gone we come unwound We

To be with in heaven I would go through the darkest hell There's no cure for love that kills You can shoot me down You can drag me 'round Girl I'll get you It won't be long

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? 'Bout it, 'bout it Your body, your body is pure gold Is you 'bout it, 'bout it The way you prove you're 'bout it girl Stop telling those lies about me girl I might just call you back one day Swear to God, might fuck with this