Late in the evening
Fall down [bad word] You got me feeling
Not [bad word] but drown
Knock my teeth out
Make way for the gold
That’s my guarantee
My love, my word

Baby, I dig you

I ate scum off the street
Eat raw macaroni
Mess up in a [bad word] on now girl, you got to show me
If you want me to
Anything I would
Solid gold guarantee
My love

Baby, I dig you

I dig your groovy hips
I dig your barbequed lips
I dig you much and more
I dig you baby and I want you to know

That I love you
Yeah send me some money
I got a fat bank toll baby
Cadillac, Lincoln Mercury style

Like Wilky to Coochy
Like Coochy to Sis
Jojo to Natra
I need a little soul kiss

Baby, I dig you