Seems like in every hip conversation honey
   People brag about where they all come from
   Seems like in every hip conversation, woman
   I just end up sucking on my thumb
   Lord I'm just a I'm just a pauper,
   I been raised in a trailer park yeah,
   Ain't got that much honey to brag about
   I just drinkin' all alone in the dark
   I said bring it on up
   To my room woman
   I can't carry this load alone
  
   Well I don't need none of that phony moaning woman
   No, I don't need it to get it on honey
   No, take off your wig darlin' now
   Throw away those pills now woman;
   No, highway we're gonna roll;
  
   Ah, you know that good king lovin' gonna make it
   All right now honey, no,
   Ah woman we--we're gonna' turn the tide around;
   Talk about tongue to tongue, woman