Bertha Lou

Bertha lou, bertha lou
Let me slip around with you
If i could raise some sand
I'd be a mighty-mighty man
'cause you're so ooooh, bertha lou

Bertha lou, bertha lou
Gotta get a date with you
If i could hear you moan
On mr. bell's telephone
Ain't no tellin' what i'd do, bertha lou

You wear your hair in a poodle cut
You're walkin' down the street like a semi-truck
And everybody knows that you're so sweet
You tickle from head to my athlete's feet

Hey-hey, bertha lou
I wanna conjugate with you
You know my blood is running' wild
And i know you ain't no child
When you do what you do, bertha lou
(rock! rock! rock!)

You wear your hair in a poodle cut
You're walkin' down the street like a semi-truck
And everybody knows that you're so sweet
You tickle from head to my athlete's feet

Hey-hey, bertha lou
I wanna congregate with you
You know my blood is running' wild
And i know you ain't no child
When you do what you do, bertha lou

Bertha lou, bertha lou, bertha lou