Mouth Crazy

Sell out, little sister
Sell out all through the day
My Cherie amor
She is feelin' sore
And I guess
If I was a surfer and you were a lady
Then I'd ask you to be my baby
But I'm not, I'm so wired up
And I'm gettin' down to the sound all around
Get on down, br-r-r sound
So wired up
And you tickle my fancy

Sail out on the river
Give to me a false name (like)
My Cherie amor
She's the girl next door
And I guess
If I was a surfer and you were a lady
Then I'd ask you to be my baby
But I'm not, I'm so wired up
And I'm gettin' down to the sound all around
Get on down, br-r-r sound
So wired up
And it's hard to ignore I won't see you no more
And the river, it looks like a mirror
And it's hard to believe when you said that you'd leave
And there's really just one thing I gotta tell you
And that is that
You, you tickle my fancy
(Tickle my fancy)

And I guess
If I was a surfer and you were a lady
Then I'd ask you to be my baby
So wired up
And I'm gettin' down to the sound all around
Get on down, son
So wired up
And you tickle my fancy
You tickle my, you tickle my
You tickle my fancy
You tickle my, you tickle my
You tickle my, you tickle my fancy
You tickle my, you tickle my
You tickle my, fancy
You tickle my, you tickle my
You tickle my, you tickle my fancy
You tickle my, you tickle my