(Words & music by Joy Byers) When I was a little bitty boy Sittin´ on my papa´s knee I still remember every word my papa said to me Now boy if you ever meet
A pretty woman walking down the street
You´d better Stop real still, look both ways Listen or you´ll get in trouble
When you see her go struttin´ by Giving you that evil eye And she´s got a kind of dreamy look Just enough to get you shook Now boy don´t you lose your head You pay attention what your papa said
You´d better Stop real still, look both ways Listen or you´ll get in trouble
All right !
She´ll drive you crazy with the way she walks She´ll drive you crazy with the way she talks And you´ll think you´re gonna lose your mind ´Cause that pretty woman looks so fine And the very first thing you´ll know You´ll be tellin´ her you love her so