I'm just a gigolo and ev'rywhere I go People know the bar I'm playing Pay for every dance selling each romance Ooh, I could say There would come a day
it up with a hammerhead shark Mmm, the hammerhead shark A woman went to court entered her plea Said, "Keep my husband away from me He don't understand what a
I ain't comin' back Don't know where I'm goin' But I can't wait to get there Sometimes, I laugh to win 'Cause he who laughs lasts I see the headlights burnin' Cast a
, wicked Last call, before they hit the lights This is last call but that don't mean goodnight I'm a real good loser 'cause I get a lot of practice With
living ain't a luxury Oh I say Mama, "A little ain't enough for me" Oh I say Mama, "Living ain't a luxury" Oh I say Mama, "And a little ain't enough
re saying There will come a day and youth will pass away What, what will they say about me When the end comes I know there's a just a gigolo's Life goes
I got a fast car, go cruisin' down the highway A Corvette Stingray, I do it my way Got a good job, I makin' lots of money I look good and I'm funny, so
her sights Is this a blessing in disguise? Fatality on a Saturday night Right between the eyes Well honey, I know you never satisfied Just a paradise on a
, I always heard it said That the truth will set you free Woman, with the way you do Well, how can I believe? A smokin' mountain got to blow I'm a livin
Yeah, my guise could use some refinement But I'm on a self improvement kick these days So what the fuck, man? Hey man, there was a line behind me A line
Woman, I've been thinkin' We belong together My intentions are bad and there's a richer man But none better I am two parts diamond Some say three parts
fools born a minute I'm all three Two fools born a minute Three fools born a minute Four fools born a minute Five fools born a minute Six fools born a
kiss of my lips and a storm begins Give it up, honey, can't race the wind Good lookin' here I go Well, call me 40 Below Well, I could take a little
you love me true Say you love me, please believe me When you do, that makes two who Go together, bet your boodle Like the apples in a strudel do When you noodle with a doodlin' song What you call a
.S.A. From the lakes of Minnesota To the hills of Tennessee Across the plains of Texas From sea to shining sea From Detroit down to Houston And New York to L.A
It can make a a man feel like a kid Or feel just like a clown It can make him run for cover Or stay and stand his ground It can make a man pick up the
him say it'll be all right When you find things to not fall asleep 'Cause you know she'll be there in your dreams That's when she's more than a memory Took a
It's a lonely stretch of blacktop Out into the blue I don't know where I'll go or what I'll do I'm a little past Little Rock But a long way from over