George Clinton - My Automobile lyrics

[spoken] Hey dig it y'all, hey dig it What you got there? Hey remember how, when you got your car And you take a girl out for a ride And you take her way out in the boonies somewhere Well, if you don't give me a kiss, I'm gonna put you out here And I ain't gonna ride you back Oh yeah! Dig, dig Hold on, hold on! Hey, dig this tune Bernie, I'll play this Doo, doo doo-doo doo Dig it dig it, yeah, yeah Check this out This is what I want you to do Right here, big lines You don't have to walk home, my dear (I'll get that, yeah, yeah) You don't have to walk home, my love (sing with me right here, right here, yeah) If you'll be nice to me (yeah, uh-huh) Oh, I'll be good to you And we'll both ride home in my automobile Wait a minute, I've got something here Listen to this Listen All that I want is a little kiss (yeah go ahead and try that,see how that works) All that I want is a teeny weeny hug (go back there) If you'll be nice to me Oh, I'll be good to you (mm-hmm!) And we'll both ride home in my automobile (ha ha!) Uh, let's try it, let's try it hillbilly You... No wait, go again All that I want is just a little kiss (yeah I think we better do it like that, let's do it like that) With that sound? Yeah, with that hillbilly sound OK, let's go and cut man, let's go and cut it right now, OK [sung] You don't have to walk home, my dear You don't have to walk home, my love If you'll be nice to me Whoa, I'll be good to you And we'll both ride home in my automobile All that I want is just a little kiss All that I want is a teeny weeny hug If you'll be nice to me Whoa, I'll be good to you And we'll both ride home in my automobile Sit just a little bit closer, my dear (come on, woman) Sit just a little bit closer, my love If you'll be nice to me Whoa, I'll be good to you And we'll both ride home in my automobile Come over here, woman! Give me one of those big sloppy kisses! You know I don't kiss on my first date! What! No, sorry You gonna wind up walkin'! You would not make me walk No kisses? I don't want to walk home I know you're walkin' now, you gotta go I don't want to kiss you! It's my automobile What? No kisses, my dear What? No huggin', my love If you don't want to talk You're a gonna have to get out and walk And I'll ride home in my automobile You don't want to ride in these cams I've got four kinds of cams I can wheel and deal and go on home, lord In my automobile