I Wanna Take You Home

Album cover art for "I Wanna Take You Home" by Showaddywaddy

Showaddywaddy - Pop

I Wanna Take You Home

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Well... I can see little Tina with her red frock on She's a bit of a teaser when she comes on strong But beneath the frills I can tell there's a heart of gold She's a red-hot girl what a real beauty And her ponytail makes her look a real cutie Got to ask her out before I get too old I got to ask her out before I get too old I wanna take you home,home,home Wanna take you home,home,home I wanna take you home,home,home Wanna take you home,home,home Oh baby please Can I take you home? Well... She's dancing now with a guy called Nick He's a real smoothy thinks he looks real slick But she's glancing my way and its time I took a chance So I'll walk on over and I'll take her hand And I will shake it out to a rock n roll band 'Til the night is over and its time for one last dance Until the night is over and its time for one last dance I wanna take you home, home, home Wanna take you home, home, home I wanna take you home, home, home Wanna take you home, home, home Oh baby please Can I take you home? So come on (come on, come on) Come on (come on, come on) I can see little Tina with her red frock on She's a bit of a teaser when she comes on strong But beneath the frills I can tell there's a heart of gold She's a red-hot girl what a real beauty And her ponytail makes her look a real cutie Got to ask her out before I get too old I got to ask her out before I get too old I wanna take you home, home, home Wanna take you home, home,home I wanna take you home,home,home Wanna take you home,home,home Oh baby please… Can I take you home? So come on (come on, come on) Come on (come on, come on)

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Credits

Writers
  • Buddy Gask
  • Dave Bartram
  • Geoffrey Betts
  • Malcolm Allured
  • Rod Deas
  • Romeo Challenger
  • Russ Field
  • Trevor Oakes