(A. Young / M. Young / B. Johnson)
I like 'em big
And I like 'em small
An' if I had to take the oath
I would take them all
Gimme that ruff stuff
That's what I want
She's a saint, she's a sinner
She's a rave rave rave
She's the one
She's the winner
Every way way way
She don't want love
No cabaret that's out
She like to play it wild
That suits me fine
I like it better when she read my mind
Don't want no woman with a ball and chain
Don't wanna play that game
Just gimme that ruff stuff
I wanna ruff stuff
Baby gimme ruff stuff
If ya don't want ruff stuff
Don't wantcha face round here
Make ya shake, make ya shiver
Make ya pray pray pray
Gonna make you quake, and make you quiver
Turn ya grey grey grey
I don't need brakes
They slow me down too much
They keep me out a touch
They lock me in
I like it better when I pull the pin
And I, don't want no woman with a ball and chain
Don't wanna play that game
Just gimme that ruff stuff
I want ruff stuff
Baby gimme ruff stuff
If ya don't want ruff stuff
Don't wantcha face round here
I like 'em big
And I like 'em small
And if you ask me to take an oath
I would take them all
Gimme that ruff stuff
Gimme that ruff stuff
I want ruff stuff
Baby gimme ruff stuff
Baby wanna ruff stuff
Ruff stuff baby
Baby gimme ruff stuff
Takin on the ruff stuff
I want it there
Don't wantcha face round here, I said
Don't wantcha face round here
I don't wantcha face round he
(Scott/Young/Young)
Old man's car on a Saturday night
Got me a woman, me I feel alright
Rock and rollin' at the drive-in show
Gonna sit in the back in the passion row
Turn up the soundtrack, turn down the lights
Chance she won't but there's a chance she might
Ain't no woman in the world I know
Ain't had her knickers on the automobile floor
What's that [social?] sound?
Thing's goin' down
Look at what's goin' round
Back seat confidential
Said to buy a rubber [at | by] the cigarette stand
Dying to get it off so that I can get in
Doing my best to make a good connection
She say what you gonna do 'bout my protection?
All right mama, gotta listen to me
Last chance thrill it's half past three
Huggin' and kissin' will be real nice
Every man's got his price
What's that [social?] sound?
Something's goin' down
There's passion 'round
Back seat confidential
Wha - ooh
Old man's car [on | it's] a Saturday night
Got me a woman, me I feel alright
Rock and rollin' at the drive-in show
Gonna sit in the back in the passion row
Turn up the soundtrack, turn down the lights
Chance she won't but there's a chance she might
Ain't no woman in the world I know
Ain't had her knickers in the backseat floor
What's that [social?] sound?
Somethin's goin' down
There's passion 'round
Around!
Back seat confidential
Back seat confidential
heres something random
"Under The Sea"
The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else’s lake
You dream about going up there
But that is a big mistake
Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor
Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you looking for
Under the sea, under the sea
Darlin’ it’s better
Down where it’s wetter,
Take it from me
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away
While we devotin’
Full time to floatin’
Under the sea
Down here all the fish are happy
As off through the waves day roll
The fish on the land ain’t happy
They're sad 'cause they're in a bowl
But fish in the bowl is lucky
They're in for a worser fate
One day when the boss gets hungry
Guess whos goin’ be on the plate (uh-oh)
Under the sea, under the sea
Nobody beats us
Fry us and eat us in fricasee
We what the land folks love to cook
Under the sea we off the hook
We got no troubles life is the bubbles
Under the sea, under the sea
Since life is sweet here
We got the beat here naturally
Even the strugeon an’ the ray
They get the urge an’ start to play
We got the spirit
You got to hear it under the sea
The newt play the flute
The carp play the harp
The plaice play the bass
And they're soundin sharp.
The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul
(yeah)
They ray he can play
He lings on the strings
He trout rockin’ out
The blackfish she sings
The smelt and the sprat
They know where it’s at
An’ Oh. That blowfish blow
Under the sea (under the sea)
Under the sea (under the sea)
When the sardine
Begin the beguine it’s music to me
What do they got, a lot of sand
We got a hot crustacean band
Each little clam here
Know how to jam here under the sea
Each little slug here
Cutin’ a rug here under the sea
Each little snail here
Know how to wail here
That’s why it’s hotter under the water
Ya' we in luck here
Down in the muck here under the sea!!