Yeah   Yeah      Baby, baby, come on keep it up      I found myself at the drugstore,   Baby rapping with my funky friends   Shed tears of joy for a soul of sadness, ah ah      My mind was made up now baby   But my mouth kept talking   What the hell am I gonna do,   Gonna do      I said how the hell did they get there, baby   How the hell did they get there, baby      I met this thing called Carrie   She kinda smoked those long French cigarettes (know what I mean boys)   She tried to get me upset   By saying silly little things      My mind was made up now baby   But my mouth kept talking   The hell am I gonna do,   Gonna do      I said how the hell did they get there, baby   How the hell did they get there, baby   How the hell did they   I say how the hell did they   How the hell did they get there, baby   Come on, keep it up      Um, No matter hard I try, try, try, try   Yes, I was Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti, Marti   Try a little tenderness,   Come on try, A little tenderness   Same thing   Makes you do wrong   Makes you do right, yeah, yeah, baby baby,   Come on Gimme some groove thing   Groove thing      Horns, horns      Oh try tender, ah oh      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah      Mind was made up now baby   But my mouth kept talking   What the hell am I gonna do,   Gonna do      I said how the hell did they get there, baby   How the hell did they get there, baby   The hell did they   I said how the hell did they   How the hell did they get there, baby   Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta   Get there baby,   Baby, baby   Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta   Get there baby,   Baby, baby, yeah   How the hell did they   I said how the hell did they,   I said how the hell did they,   Get there baby