Whos that gigolo on the street With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed At the boys from home. they all came running They were making noise, manhandling toys Thats the girls on the block with the nasty curls Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours? Gigolo, huh, sukka? Gigolo. gigolo, huh, sukka? Whos looking good today? Whos looking good in every way? No style rookie You better watch dont mess with me No moneyman can win my love Its sweetness that Im thinking of. We always hang in a buffalo stance We do the dive every time we dance Ill give you love baby not romance Ill make a move nothing left to chance So dont you get fresh with me Get funky. yeah timmy. Tell it like it is. check out this dj. So you say you wanted money but you know its never funny When your shoes worn through and theres 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 youre looking at me to take her place. Whos looking good today? Whos looking good in every way? No style rookie You better watch dont mess with me No moneyman can win my love Its sweetness that Im thinking of. We always hang in a buffalo stance We do the dive every time we dance Ill give you love baby not romance Ill make a move nothing left to chance So dont you get fresh with me Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch. Looking good in a buffalo stance. Looking good when it comes to the crunch Looking goods a state of mind State of mind dont look behind you State of mind or youll be dead State of mind may I remind you Bomb the bass...rock this place! What is he like? whats he like anway? Yo man what do you expect the guys a gigolo man You know I mean? No moneyman can win my love Its sweetness that Im thinking of. We always hang in a buffalo stance We do the dive every time we dance Ill give you love baby not romance Ill make a move nothing left to chance So dont 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.
