Hot wax drippin·


Honey what do you say


I got a brand new record


That I gotta play


She says not now boy


But I did anyway


Cause I·m ready, so ready


Lip smackin· paddy wackin·


Walkin· the street


I got a rag top Chevy


Now I·m back on my feet


I get an EMHO woody


When I sit in the seat


Cause I·m ready, so ready




I got a girlfriend with the hoochy-coochy eyes


Cause in the pink she look so fine


She got the cracker jack now all I wants the prize, honey




I know these hookers down on 42nd street, but


Ill-gotten booty·s not my style


I·ll take a rain check ·til I get back on my feet, honey




·Cause I·m


Alright


Your daddy says I·m


Alright


Your momma says


Alright


And my old lady says I·m


Alright




Whip crackin· floozy


Way outta control


She got a new kinda jelly


In her jelly roll


I got the right key baby


But the wrong keyhole


And I·m ready, so ready




I·m a red hot pistol


And I·m ready to fight


I·m a .38 special


On a Saturday night


I·m gonna kiss your boo boo honey


Make it alright


·Cause I·m ready, so ready




I got a cruiser with a bimbo on the dash


It kinda keeps my ass in line


One little french kiss honey that·s my kinda trash, yeah




My brand new baby·s lookin f-i-n-e, fine


The sun is shinin· every day


Ain·t got no rubbers now it·s rainin all the time, honey




Since I·m


Alright


My little sister says I·m


Alright


Oh my brother thinks I·m


Alright


And my old lady knows I·m


Alright




I feel like I·m hung up on the line


I·d die for you but we were partners in the crime


Everything about you is so f-i-n-e, fine


Let·s put our clothes back on


And by the way girl


What·s your name again


Come on, come on, come on, come on




Since I·m


Alright


You·re daddy says I·m


Alright


And Tipper thinks I·m


Alright


And Joe Perry says I·m


Alright




Pitched my tent


In the pouring rain


I got a back seat lover


That·s callin· my name


She gonna blow my cover


She·s hot as a flame


But I·m ready, so ready




I shove my tongue


Right between your cheeks


I haven·t made love now


For twenty-five weeks


I hear that your so tight


Your lovïn· squeaks


And I·m ready, so ready