Big City Good Time Gal

I gotta crazy little lady, she's a wildcat
 She's up the fourteenth floor, has a two room flat
 She's my honey lovin' baby
 Hep cats call her Sue
 She really digs this kinda livin'
 She's always got the hi-rise blues
 This scene ain't nothing like a rural route
 You ain't gotta go travel to the steppin' out
 I'm just a gift from the country
 I ain't got no pals
 Lord I don't need nobody
 Just my big city good times gal
 (Hi-rises baby!)
 (woo, groovy baby?)
 (2nd Verse)
 Sometimes I tend to worry and I wonder too
 What a hillbilly guy like me gonna do
 If the day ever comes that she don't want me hangin' around
 Well I'll do a little jumpin' and hit every joint in town
 I got a flat out yonder down Texas way
 Hot rod Chrysler when I wanna play
 And a knife fer throwin' a fit that's gonna make 'em howl
 I'm gonna party with my baby
 My big city good time gal
 (pound it down)
 (the professor)
 (repeat 1st verse)