When I was a little bitty boy, sittin' on my papa's knee.
I still remember every word my papa said to me.
Now boy if you ever meet, a pretty woman walking down the street.
You'd better stop real still, look both ways.
Listen or you'll get in trouble.
When you see her go struttin' by, giving you that evil eye.
And she's got a kind of dreamy look, just enough to get you shook.
Now boy don't you lose your head, you pay attention what your papa said.
You'd better stop real still, look both ways.
Listen or you'll get in trouble.
All right !
She'll drive you crazy with the way she walks.
She'll drive you crazy with the way she talks.
And you'll think you're gonna lose your mind.
'Cause that pretty woman looks so fine.
And the very first thing you'll know.
You'll be tellin' her you love her so.
You'd better stop real still.