Floozies

Lyrics

[COLLIN] Whatcha doin'? Maude, my ideal Maude, my idol Whatcha doin'? Practicing hard on your violin Napkin folded under your chin I'm a rat, but when you play My mind's a million miles away All I ever think about is floozies Beautiful exotic kind of floozies Inside my brain They sure can raise Cain I watch' em Sundays Hootchy-cootchin' in their undies Every night I see parades of floozies Imaginary harems full of doozies Lying on my davenport I pucker up and watch 'em salaam Chump that I am And I am! If I ever touched a floozy Wonder what she'd do Aw, she'd grab me by the collar Door'd slam Wham! And she'd holler: "Stinky ugly good-for-nothin' Stinky ugly good-for-nothin' Scram! Amscray! Scram! Scram! Amscray! Scram!" Whole town'd listen to her Call me a maniac "Sеx-fiend maniac Scram" I can tell just who's a floozy right off Temptation is impossiblе to fight off Inside my head They climb in my bed In secret rooms I tiptoe barefoot over naked buzooms Where are you, you sweet patooties Finger-licky jam Where are you, baby-face beauties Hot damn C'mon, c'mon, c'mon I'm not choosy Floozy Crazy Monster That I am And I am And I am!