Well my residential woman said, said to me,
That you daren't eat peaches from a hawthorn tree.
Well she said it to me once,
And then she said it again;
Even though I try, I can't remember when.
Well my residential woman,
She's as fine as can be.
Yeah my residential woman,
She's the one for me.
And I believe, yes I do believe.
And I believe to the depths of my dark black soul,
Like I used to believe in sweet rock and roll.
I believe to the depths of my pure white soul,
Like I still believe in sweet jelly roll.
- She got me, she got me,
In her clutches.
Well my very special woman said yesterday,
She's always economic when I'm going away.
Well I turn around and say, she's got no reason to fear,
'Cause I'm always economic when you're sitting right here.
My very special woman,
She's the one for me.
My residential woman,
She's as sweet as can be!
Well I believe, yes I believe.
I believe to the depths of my hard luck soul,
Like I used to believe in sweet jelly roll.
Believe to the depths of my pure white soul,
I used to believe in sweet rock and roll.
- She got me, yeah, she got me
In her clutches
Sweet clutches.
Every kind of clutches.
Those clutches...