Lyrics:

Gigolo
Tell me about it
Hmm, oh, yeah
DJ
Who's that gigolo on the street?
With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet
Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
At the boys from home, they all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
That's the girls on the block with the nasty girls
Wearing padded bras, sucking beers through straws
Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?
Gigolo, huh, sucker
Gigolo, gigolo, huh, sucker
Gigolo
Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch, don't mess with me
No money, man, could win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love, baby, not romance
I'll make a move, nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
Get funky
Yeah, Timmy
You say you wanted money, but you know it's never funny
When your shows worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy
But you had to have style, get a gold tooth smile
Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile
Committed a crime and went inside
It was coming your way, but you had to survive
When you lost your babe, you lost the race
Now you're looking at me to take her place
Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch, don't mess with me
No money man could win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love, baby, not romance
I'll make a move, nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
Smoking
Not coking
Get funky, sax
Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch
Looking good in a Buffalo Stance
Looking good when it comes to the crunch
Looking good's a state of my mind
State of mind, don't look behind you
State of mind or you'll be dead
State of mind, may I remind you
Bomb the bass, rock this place
What is he like?
What's he like anyway?
Yo, man, what do you expect? The guy's a gigolo man
You know I mean?
No money, man, can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love, baby, not romance
I'll make a move, nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
Wind on my face, sound in my ears
Water from my eyes, and you on my mind
As I sink, diving down deep, deeper into your soul
No money, man, can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
No money, man, can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
No money, man, can win my love
No money, man, can win my love