Lyrics:

If Frizzy Hair Was A Metaphor
for Festival Time,
then This Woman Is A Goddess
of That Festival Shrine, Met Her
at A Jam In That Garden Of Sorts.
i Must Confess, God Bless,
some Impure Thoughts.
'show Us The Money!'
was The Call Of The Night,
but No Money Could Have Bought
even A Piece Of The Pride, There Might
have Been A Sea Of People;
i Don't Know, Because
all I Could See
was That This Woman, She Glowed So.

why, It's A Pleasure To Meet You;
ya Look Like One Incredible Creature.
wanna Treat You Fine,
lets Dance And Grind,
get So Funk-Inflicted It's A Crime.
you're Divine, You're Sublime,
and, Well, You Blow My Mind!

you're So Sly!

she Caterpillar, So Good
that All The Greeks Go 'killa!'
break And Enter, Take Ya Like A Glass Of Milk
then 'spill Ya!'
saw Her Coming, What A Scene;
what I Mean Is
she Got That Sex Coffee Beam,
but She Tastes Like Vanilla.
well Alright, She Ignite
when We Hit The Floor
like The Vroom On A Super Commodore.
now, If It Makes A Good Story,
well It's Just Worthwhile;
with Her It's Like Dealing Stories
in The Sprinkler Style.
it's So Sly!

why, It's A Pleasure To Meet You;
ya Look Like One Incredible Creature.
wanna Treat You Fine,
lets Dance And Grind,
get So Funk-Inflicted It's A Crime.
you're Divine, You're Sublime,
and, Well, You Blow My Mind!

you're So Sly! Why...

oh...do The Louis!
do The Ch-Ch-Ch-Chili! (Waah!)
do The Boom-Shak, Hit-The-Sack, Back-Seats Feeling Alright! (Feeling Alright)
do The Monkey Shuffle!
rock It With A Fine Strut!
do The Late Checkout With A Do-Not-Disturb Sign Outsi-I-Ide!
and Do The Sly...

why, It's A Pleasure To Meet You;
ya Look Like One Incredible Creature.
wanna Treat You Fine,
lets Dance And Grind,
get So Funk-Inflicted It's A Crime.
you're Divine, You're Sublime,
and, Well, You Blow My Mind!