I wanna tell you about my good thing

I ain't disclosing no names, but

He sure is a good friend, and

I ain't gonna tell you where he comes from, boy

If I tell you, you won't come again, hey

I ain't gonna tell you nothing, but I do will, but I know, yeah!

Now let me tell you about my girl

I open up a newspaper and what do I see?

Ah, ah

See my girl, ah, looking at me

Ooh, and when she walks, she walks

Let me tell you, when she talks, she talks

And when she looks me in my eye

She's my baby, Lord, I wanna make her mine, baby

Ooh, tell me, baby, what you want me to do!

And you want me to love you, love some other men?

Ooh, ain't gonna call me Mr. Pitiful, no!

I don't need no respect from nobody, no

Ah yeah, no, no

Ah

I ain't gonna tell you nothing, I ain't gonna tell you no more, no!

She's my baby, let me tell you that I love her so and, and!

She is the woman I really wanna love and let me tell you more

Ooh! She's my baby let me tell you, she lives next door

She's the one a woman the one a woman that I know

I ain't going, I ain't going, I ain't going to tell

I ain't going to tell you one thing

That you really ought to know, boy!

She's my lover, baby, and I love her so, and

She's the one that really makes me whirl and twirl, and

She's the kind of lover that makes me feel the whole world, and

She's the one who really makes me jump and shout, oh!

She's the kind of girl, I know what it's all about!

Take it on

Take it, take it, take it

Ah, excuse me

Oh, will you excuse me?

I'm just trying to find the bridge!

Has anybody seen the bridge?

Please!

(Have you seen the bridge?)

I ain't seen the bridge!

(Where's that confounded bridge?)