Paroles et musique : Sam Cooke
But as Bb yet I haven't met 'em,
Another fella told me,
He had a sister who looked just fine,
Instead of bein'my deliverance,
She had a strange resemblance,
To a cat name of Frankenstein, Oh No-oh !
It's hard on a fella,
When he don't know his way around,
If I don't find me a honey,
To help me spend my money,
I'm gonna have to blow this town.