Who's that gigolo on the street

With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet

Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed

At the boys from home. They all came running

They were making noise, manhandling toys

That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls

Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws

Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?

Gigolo, Huh, sukka?

Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sukka?

Chorus1:

Who's looking good today?

Who's looking good in every way?

No style rookie

You better watch don't mess with me

Chorus2:

No moneyman can win my love

It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.

We always hang in a Buffalo Stance

We do the dive every time we dance

I'll give you love baby not romance

I'll make a move nothing left to chance

So don't you get fresh with me

Get funky. Yeah Timmy.

Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ.

So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny

When your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy

But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile

Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile

Committed a crime and went inside

It was coming your way but you had to survive

When you lost your babe, you lost the race

Now you're looking at me to take her place.

Chorus1

Smokin.' Not cokin.' Get funky sax.

Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch.

Looking good in a Buffalo Stance.

Looking good when it comes to the crunch

Looking good's a state of mind

State of mind don't look behind you

State of mind or you'll be dead

State of mind may I remind you-