Hey Ricky (You're A Low Down Heel)

Hey, sugar, where'd you get that sweet tooth
 Where'd you get that swagger
 Where'd you get off acting like Babe Ruth
 When you look just like the others
 And you wouldn't know good silk stockings
 From a cheap old pair of tights
 You ain't, you ain't no swell in your pinstripes
 You ain't no tiger when there ain't no lights
 You call me your latest conquest
 As you belch my name to the boys
 But if your beer was the sea of Cortez
 You'd be drowning in the sound of your own voice
 Hey, Ricky, you're a low down heel
 You're a minus zero on the scale of me
 With your 'what's up kid' and your 'cool it babes'
 You're a worn out fact on an ancient page
 Hey, Ricky, hey, hey, Ricky, hey, Ricky
 You're a low down heel
 Oh, Lordy, where'd you buy them morals
 Where'd you get that Stetson
 You come across a little short or urban
 A New York white boy's hardly redneck Texan
 Say I really love them white bucks
 Did your battleship sink your rubber duck
 And you, you wouldn't know what a lady was
 Unless she came up and kicked you in the butt
 As you turn the color of Kalua
 On a boat off the Florida Keys
 I'll be messing up the sheets with someone else
 While your Jello heart's adrift at sea
 Hey, Ricky, you're a low down heel
 You're a minus zero on the scale of me
 With your 'what's up kid' and your 'cool it babes'
 You're a worn out fact on an ancient page
 Hey, Ricky, hey, hey, Ricky, hey, Ricky
 You're a low down heel