Hey Ladies (Video Version)

Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya

There never was a city kid truer and bluer

There's more to me than you'll ever know

And I got more hits than Sadaharu Oh

Tom Thumb, Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery

Dating women on TV with the help of Chuck Woolery

Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon

And I'm always out looking for a female companion

I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib

I took off her moccasins, put on a bib

I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of a stealin'

I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm peelin'

Your body's on time and your mind is appealin'

Staring at the cracks up there up on the ceilin'

Such and such be the bass that I'm throwin'

I'm talking to the girl, telling her I'm all-knowin'

She's talking to the kid (To the who? To the kid)

I'm telling her every lie that you know that I never did

Hey ladies... get funky

Well, me in the corner with a good looking daughter

I dropped my drawers, said "Welcome back, Kotter"

We was cutting up the rug, she started cutting up the carpet

In my apartment, I begged her "Please, stop it"

The gift of gab is the gift that I have

And that girl ain't nothin' but a crab

Educated? No. Stupid? Yep

And when I say stupid I mean stupid fresh

I'm not James at 15 or Chachi in charge

I'm Adam and I'm adamant about living large

With the white sassoons and the looks that kill

Makin' love in the back of my Coupe de Ville

I met a little cutie, she was all hopped up on zootie

I liked the little cutie but I kicked her in the booty

'Cause I don't kinda go for that messin' around

You be listening to my records, a number one sound

Just step to the rhythm, step, step to the ride

I've got an open mind so why don't you all get inside

Tune in, turn on to a tune that's live

Ladies flock like bees to a hive

Hey ladies... Get funky

She got a gold tooth, you know she's hardcore

She'll show you a good time and then she'll show you the door

Break up with your girl, it ended in tears

Vincent van Gogh, go and mail that ear

I call her in the middle of the night when I'm drinking

The phone booth on the corner is damp and it's stinking

She said come on over, it was me that she missed

I threw that trash can through her window 'cause you know I got dissed

Your old lady left you and you went insane

You blew yourself up in the back of the 6 train

Take my advice at any price

A gorilla like your mother is mighty weak, man

Sucking down pints until I didn't know

Woke up in the morning with the Won-Ton-Ho

'Cause I announce I like girls that bounce

With a weight that pays about a pound per ounce

Girls with curls and big long locks

And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks

Walking high and mighty like she's number one

"She thinks she's the passionate one"

Hey ladies... Get funky

Hey, hey, hey, hey ladies

Hey, hey ladies