I want to tell you 'bout my good thing I ain't disclosing no names but He sure is a good friend and I ain't gonna tell you where he comes from, no If I tell you you won't come again, hey I ain't gonna tell you nothin' but I do will, but I know, yeah Now let me tell you 'bout my girl Open up a newspaper and what do I see? Ahh, ah See my girl, ah, looking at me Ooh, and when she walks, she walks Lemme tell ya, when she talks, she talks And when she looks me in my eye She's my baby, Lord, I want to make her mine, yeah Tell me baby what you want me to do? And you want me to love you, love some other man too? Ain't gonna call me Mr. Pitiful, no Oh, I don't need no respect from nobody, no, no Ahh, no no, ahh I ain't gonna tell you nothing I ain't gonna tell you no more, no She's my baby, let me tell you that I love her so and, and She's the woman I really want to love and let me tell you more, ooh She's my baby, lemme tell you, she lives next door She's the one a-woman, the one a-woman that I know I ain't going, I ain't going, I ain't going tell you I ain't going tell you one thing that you really ought to know, ooh She's my lover, baby, and I love her so and She's the one that really makes me whirl and twirl! And she's the kind of lover that makes me me fill the whole world and She's the one who really makes me jump and shout, ooh She's the kind of girl, I know what it's all about Take it on, take it, take it, take it Ah, excuse me Oh, will ya excuse me I'm just trying to find the bridge Has anybody seen the bridge? Please Have you seen the bridge? I ain't seen the bridge! Where's that confounded bridge?