Lowell George



I gave you high steppin' slippers

But you still can't move your feat

And it's cold in the morning

So I turn away at the heat

You say faster so I speed up

But still I'm much too slow

I feel your innuendo



You got all the answers, least they say you do

But when I start to strut my stuff

You say "hey it ain't time to go"

That ain't what I've been told

Guess I better meet you down the road

Down the road



You know sometimes I wanna steal away and stare

Until my face it touch the ground

My dinner in Chicago, oh my breakfast down the line

If you don't hear from me girl, I hope you're feelin' fine

'Cause I've been doin' time, hope you're feelin' fine



Call me up, catch a plane

But don't think of taking another game

'Cause my regular lady she gets my pocket change



Do you want my every thought

Well come over here and try to get me off

Won't you please me



Shake your dignity

Put a little on me

On me, on me, on me