Boss Hog I Dig You
Late in the evening
Fall down drunk
You got me feeling
Not drunk but drown
Knock my teeth out
Make way for the gold
That’s my guarantee
My love, my word
Baby, I dig you
I ate scum off the street
Eat raw macaroni
Mess up in a minute
Come on now girl, you got to show me
If you want me to
Anything I would
Solid gold guarantee
My love
Baby, I dig you
I dig your groovy hips
I dig your barbequed lips
I dig you much and more
I dig you baby and I want you to know
That I love you
Yeah send me some money
I got a fat bank toll baby
Cadillac, Lincoln Mercury style
Like Wilky to Coochy
Like Coochy to Sis
Jojo to Natra
I need a little soul kiss
Baby, I dig you
