You're More Than A Number In My Little Red Book
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love
People keep talking about me, baby
Said I'm doin' you wrong
Well, don't worry, don't worry
'Cause I'm right here at home
Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner
I'm a lover, and I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker, I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one
You're the cutest thing that I ever did see
I really love your peaches, want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey,
Lately Stomping
Lately, I have not been treated gently by myself.
I have been over used, ripped off and abused,
Stomping in my shoes, well no more!
Think of your family, home is the place to be,
Think of your family once more.
Lately, all my clothes have been so dirty and threadbare.
They have been over used, my heart battered and bruised,
Thankless for my views, well no more.
Think of your family, home is the place to be,
Think of your family once more.
Been around the world, and there is nothing that I wouldn't do,
Just to see the smile upon your face.
Think of your family, home is the place to be,
Think of your family once more.