Well, you hear about all these women   Raising about their funky, funky, funky, funky men   They've got some trifling husbands   Lord knows, they've got a lot of no good friends      All these fretting women sitting around the house   All day long and they are wondering   When their loving papas are ever coming home   Wild women never worry, wild women never, never, they never worry      I got a sweet disposition, gonna wear my very own   I ain't never gonna spend not one lonely night at home all alone   I can go out , drink all the courvoisier I can find   Walk the streets all night alone      And I can tell any man to go to Hell if that man don't know how to act right   Wild women, we don't never worry, wild women never, never get the blues      Well, you fellas ain't ever gonna get nothing   If you keep acting like an Angel, child   Give it up tonight's a real, real good night   Y'all gotta learn how to get to together well      'Cuz I'll tell you one more thing, Francine never tells a lie   Wild women will be the first ones, Lord to learn how to fly   Wild women never worry, wild women don't get the blues, yeah, yeah, yeah