Will you stop the scratching and give me a beat
Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce the high hat, go on
That’s good
Now the tambourine, right now
DJ
Who’s that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet
Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
At the boys from home, they all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
That’s the girls on the block with the nasty curls
Wearing padded bras, sucking beers through straws
Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours
Gigolo, huh, sukka
Gigolo, gigolo, huh, sukka
Who’s looking good today
Who’s looking good in every way
No style rookie
You better watch don’t mess with me
No money man could win my love
It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I’ll give you love baby not romance
I’ll make a move nothing left to chance
So don’t you get fresh with me
Get funky
Yeah Timmy
Tell it like it is, baby
Check out this DJ
So you say you wanted money but you know it’s never funny
When your shoe’s worn through and there’s a rumble in your tummy
But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile
Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile
Committed a crime and went inside
It was coming your way but you had to survive
When you lost your babe, you lost the race
Now you’re looking at me to take her place
Who’s looking good today
Who’s looking good in every way
No style rookie
You better watch don’t mess with me
No money man could win my love
It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I’ll give you love baby not romance
I’ll make a move nothing left to chance
So don’t you get fresh with me
Smokin’, not cokin’, get funky sax
Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch
Looking good in a Buffalo Stance
Looking good when it comes to the crunch
Looking good’s a state of mind
State of mind, don’t look behind you
State of mind, or you’ll be dead
State of mind, may I remind you
Bomb the bass, rock this place
What is he like
What’s he like anyway
Yo’ man what do you expect, the guy’s a gigolo man
You know I mean
No moneyman can win my love
It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I’ll give you love baby not romance
I’ll make a move nothing left to chance
So don’t you get fresh with me
No moneyman can win my love
It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I’ll give you love baby not romance
I’ll make a move nothing left to chance
So don’t you get fresh with me
Wind on my face, sound in my ears
Water from my eyes and you on my mind
As I sink, diving down deep, deeper into your soul
No moneyman can win my love
It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of
No moneyman can win my love
It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of
No moneyman can win my love
No moneyman can win my love
No moneyman can win my love
No moneyman can win my love
No moneyman
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