Oh, frisky, yeah, yeah Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil' ole, lil' ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin'

Oh I wanna dance with somebody Yeah I wanna dance with somebody With somebody who loves me I wanna feel the heat with somebody Don’t you wanna dance I need a woman who’ll take a chance On a love that burns hot enough to last So when the night falls

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

We're gonna be alright Baby you just gotta make up your mind Oh yeah, oh yeah Baby, don't you know All o'them tears gon' come and go That every little thing is gonna be alright We decide it Baby don't you know

I wanna move. Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Seven Thirty Seven comin' out of the sky. Oh! Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand,

I'm about my issue babe Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da And you can tell by my name, yeah Whatever stands in my way, yeah Every time I take, penitentiary chance all I take God with me I'ma find my way Nigga they ain't even fuck around

Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh Mama, can I get another amen? I pray for the wicked on the weekend Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent If I had one more day to wish If I had one more day Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore

Stealing all these bitches hearts Oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh it's emotional I've been stealing all these bitches hearts Oh I been stealing I'd be here just all solo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, mmm Momma please don't judge me 'cause I'm a criminal Momma I know

Oh, it must be love I said whoa, I said whoa Let me hear you say yeah Something got a hold on me, yeah, yeah Believe I'd fly if only I could Sound so strange, sure it's good I said whoa Aha-ho, aha-hey, yeah

Show me the way To get to Soulville, baby Show me the way to go home That's where I belong Oh, Oh, yeah (oh, yeah) Right on down to Soulville I'm gonna eat soul food It'll make you quick Over the candlestick