I've got a chick,
she's twenty years old
She looks just as as a hunk of gold,
but she ain't no thing.
All I gotta say is go marchin' in.
Oh, no, she ain't.
Go marchin' in, give her a drink of gin.
She's a simple lookin' baby,
but she knows her way around.
Round, table, table.
Oh, hello, round table.
Her reputation is as white as snow,
but snow don't stay white very long,
you know.
And she ain't no thing.
She ain't no thing.
Oh, no, she ain't.
She's a solid proposition,
and she knows how to go to town
Go to town, go around,
go around, go around
She gets to church on Sunday
in the early bright
By staying up all in,
all Saturday night
When she starts to love me,
my world turns upside down
Upside down, upside down,
upside down, upside down
She don't like to smoke
and she don't like to drink
But still she's got sables
and a fine new mink
She ain't no saint
Shoot to make, shoot to make,
give me a shot
Oh no, she ain't
A bottle of ink, shoot to make, make,
She's got me all waked up
and she makes my love come down
Come down, go around, go downtown,
bust us, don't stop us
She don't go to parties
and she don't like to roam
Cause everything she does,
she can do at home
Yeah, she ain't no saint
Go home!
Go home
Oh no, she ain't
Come back down, that's all right
When a man comes together,
sixteen men left out