Robert Gordon - Bertha Lou lyrics

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 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