Sung

Spoken

Huh, how melodic

uh, hoo, yeah, DJ

who's that gigolo

on the street with

his hands in his pockets

and his crocodile feet

Hangin' off the kerb

lookin' all disturbed

as the boys from home

they all came runnin'

They were makin' noise

manhandlin' toys that's

the girls on the block

with the nasty curls

Wearin' padded bras

suckin' beer through straws

droppin' down their drawers

where did you get yours

Huh, sucker

huh, sucker

Who's lookin' good today

who's lookin' good

in every way

no style rookie

you better watch

don't mess with me

No moneyman

could win my love

it's sweetness that

I'm thinkin' of

We always hang

in a Buffalo Stance

we do the dive

every time we dance

I give you love

baby, not romance

I'll make a move

nothin' left to chance

so, don't

you get fresh with me

Get funky

yeah, Timmy

So, you say you wanted

money but you know it's

never funny when your

shoe's 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 comin' your way

but you had to survive

when you lost your babe

you lost the race

now you're lookin' at me

to take her place

Who's lookin' good today

who's lookin' good

in every way

no style rookie

you better watch

don't mess with me

No moneyman

could win my love

it's sweetness that

I'm thinkin' of

We always hang

in a Buffalo Stance

we do the dive

every time we dance

I give you love

baby, not romance

I'll make a move

nothin' left to chance

so, don't

you get fresh with me

Smokin'

not cokin'

get funky sax

Lookin' good hangin'

with the wild bunch

lookin' good

in a Buffalo Stance

Lookin' good

when it comes

to the crunch

lookin' good's

a state of 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

ha, ha, ha

you know what I mean

uh!

No moneyman

could win my love

it's sweetness that

I'm thinkin' of

We always hang

in a Buffalo Stance

we do the dive

every time we dance

I give you love

baby, not romance

I'll make a move

nothin' 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

divin' down deep

deeper into your soul

No moneyman

could win my love

it's sweetness that

I'm thinkin' of

No moneyman

could win my love

it's sweetness that

I'm thinkin' of

No moneyman

could win my love

no moneyman

could win my love

No moneyman

could win my love

no moneyman

could win my love