AWell I swear your perfume baby is made out of turnip greens
Every time I kiss you girl It tastes like pork and beans
DEven though you're wearin' those Up-town, high heels G
AI can tell from your giant step, You been walkin' through the cotton fields
EOh! You're so-Doooo down Ahome, girl.
Every time you monkey child Takes my breath away
Well every time you move like that, girl I got to get down and pray
Girl you know that dress you're wearin', Is made out of fiberglass
Every time you move like that, girl, I got to go to Sunday Mass
Oh! You're so-oooo down home, girl.
I'm gonna take you to the muddy river And push you in,
So I can watch the water roll on Down your velvet skin
I'm gonna take you down to New Orleans, Down in Dixieland
So I can watch you do the second line, With an umbrella in your hand
Oh! You're so-oooo down home, girl. (x3)