Now, let me tell you, baby, gonna move you away
from here.
Don't want an iceman who'll buy you a Frigidaire
when we move, way on the outskirts of town.
Cause I don't want nobody, who's always hangin' round.
I wake up every morning, it's a low down, dirty shame,
got your men, baby, pecking on my window pane.
I'm gonna move way on the outskirts of town.
Cause I don't want nobody, who's always hangin' round.
Well, it may seem funny honey, funny as can be, if I
have any children, let 'em all look just like me.
I'm gonna move way on the outskirts of town.
Cause I don't want nobody, who's always hangin' round.
Well, I saw you wigglin' and gigglin', I'm as mad as I
can be.
We've got seven children and none of them look like me.
I'm gonna move way on the outskirts of town.
Cause I don't want nobody, who's always hangin' round.
I'm gonna move I'm gonna move I'm gonna move
I'm gonna move, move, move, move, move (Fade.)