Melissa Manchester - Hey Ricky Lyrics
Hey, sugar, where'd you get that sweet toothWhere'd you get that swaggerWhere'd you get off acting like Babe RuthWhen you look just like the othersAnd you wouldn't know good silk stockingsFrom a cheap old pair of tightsYou ain't, you ain't no swell in your pinstripesYou ain't no tiger when there ain't no lightsYou call me your latest conquestAs you belch my name to the boysBut if your beer was the sea of CortezYou'd be drowning in the sound of your own voiceChorus:Hey, Ricky, you're a low down heelYou're a minus zero on the scale of meWith your 'what's up kid' and your 'cool it babes'You're a worn out fact on an ancient pageHey, Ricky, hey, hey, Ricky, hey, RickyYou're a low down heelOh, Lordy, where'd you buy them moralsWhere'd you get that StetsonYou come across a little short or urbanA New York white boy's hardly redneck TexanSay I really love them white bucksDid your battleship sink your rubber duckAnd you, you wouldn't know what a lady wasUnless she came up and kicked you in the buttAs you turn the color of KaluaOn a boat off the Florida KeysI'll be messing up the sheets with someone elseWhile your Jello heart's adrift at seaRepeat Chorus
