(B.B. King)

I met a fine beautician, in a very fine condition
She was long and lean, and you know what that means
She's a good lovin' mama, a hard workin' woman
She makes a lot of money, I don't have to worry about a thing

She works hard all day, dressin' hair
Man you can bet, I want to get somewhere
With my good lovin' mama, my hard workin' woman
She makes a lot of money, I don't have a worry about a thing

I meet the finest woman, from everywhere
Because my baby, dress their hair
I'll be her lover boy, she treats me like a king
She makes a lot of money, don't have to worry about a thing

Yes, she keeps her hair, so neat and fine
And every pound of her is mine
I'll be her lover boy, I'll be happy as a king
She makes a lot of money, don't have to worry about a thing