Stop, every living cat, look right from where you're at.
Listen, a lot has got to be said, every slick, hip cat has got to be read.
When you walk down the streets with your chick on your arm, with the cats in the block, laughing or charmed, may seem indiscreet to show along, boy, that's the stuff you've got to want.
If you're standing at a bar with your chick for a nip,
and a guy with a car says, take a trip, before he gets far, if he gets flipped, boy, that's the stuff you've got to want.
If a sharp guy passes by, that's the cheese you've got to squeeze.
If that sharp guy gives the eye, that's the goose you've got to turn loose.
When you're chicken, you die.
When you're wine, at a ritzy cafe, while you're buying the wine, your friends will all stay, but check, pay, and time, they all walk away, boy, that's the stuff you've got to want.
When you go to a dance, ask a chick if she'll swing, but if she starts to dance, don't say a thing, she may by chance wear a wedding ring, boy, that's the stuff you've got to want.
And maybe her guy is seven feet tall, she may tell you her guy ain't in the hole, but right in your eye, a fist must fall.
Boy, that's the stuff you've got to watch.
If she thrills you, fit to kill you, that's the mush you've got to hurt.
Let no lip slip, hit your head with, that's the trash you've got to kind of have.
If she says, take me home, at the end of a dance.
If she says she's alone, then you've taken a chance.
Before you start to dance.
After all, call an ambulance, that's the stuff you've got to watch.