The Crunge Gov't Mule

I wanna tell you 'bout my good friend
I ain't disclosing no names, but
He sure is a good friend, and
I ain't gonna tell you where he comes from, no
If I tell you, you won't come again

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

Let me tell you 'bout my girl
I open up a newspaper and what do I see

Ooh, and when she walks, she walks
And when she talks, she talks
And when she looks me in the eye
She's my baby, Lord, I wanna make her mine
Tell me baby what you want me to do
Want me to love you, love some other man, too

Ain't gonna call me Mr. Pitiful
I don't need no respect from nobody

I ain't gonna tell you nothing, I ain't gonna no more
She's my baby, let me tell you that I love her so
And she's the woman I really love
She's my baby, lemme tell you, she lives next door
She's the one a woman, and I wanna, I wanna know, I wanna know
I wanna know, know, know