Leroy, boy, is that you?
I thought your post-hangin days were through,
Sunk-in eyes and full of sighs,
Tell no lies, you get wise,
I tell you now were gonna pull you through,
Theres only one thing left that we can do.
We gotta get you a woman,
Its like nothin else to make you feel sure youre alive.
We gotta get you a woman,
We better get walkin, were wastin time talkin now.
Leroy, boy, youre my friend
You say how and Ill say when
Come and meet me down the street
Take a seat, its my treat
You may not ever get this chance again
That empty feelings just about to end.
Talkin bout life and what it means to you,
It dont mean nothin if it dont run through
I got one thing to say, you know its true
You got to find some time to get this thing together.
Talkin bout things about that special one
They may be stupid but they sure are fun
Ill give it to you while were on the run
Because we aint got time to get this thing together, cause we
Got to get together with a woman who has been around,
One who knows better than to let you down,
Lets hope theres still one left in this whole town,
And that shell take some time to get this thing together.
We gotta get you a woman
And when were through with you,
Well get me one too.