I wanna tell you bout my good friend
I aint disclosing no names but
He sure is a good friend and
I aint gonna tell you where he comes from, but
If I tell you you wont come again, oh, hey
I aint gonna tell you nothin, but I do, well, but I know, yeah
Now let me tell you about my girl
I open up a newspaper and what do I see, ahh, ah
Ah ah, see my girl, ah ah, looking at me
Ooh, and when she walks, she walks
And lemme tell ya
When she talks, she talks
And when she looks me in my eye
Shes my baby, Lord, I wanna make her mine
Oh, tell me baby what you want me to do
And you want me to love you, love some other man, ooh
They aint gonna call me Mister Pitiful, no
Aah, I dont need no respect from nobody, no no
Ooh yeah, no no, ah, ah

I aint gonna tell you nothing I aint gonna no more, no
Shes my baby let me tell you that I love her so and
And, shes the woman I really wanna love
And let me tell you more, oooh oooh
Shes my baby lemme tell ya she lives next door
Shes the one a woman the one, a woman that I know
I aint gon, I aint gon
I aint gonna tell, I aint gonna tell you one thing
That you really ought to know, but
Shes my lover baby and I love her so and
Shes the one that really makes me whirl and twirl
And shes the kind of lover that makes me fill the whole world and
Shes the one who really makes me jump and shout, ohh
Shes the kind of girl--I know what its all about
Take it home, take it, take it, take it

Ah, excuse me
Ah will you excuse me
Im just trying to find the bridge
Has anybody seen the bridge
Please

Have you seen the bridge

I aint seen the bridge

Wheres that confounded bridge