Who's that gigolo on the street With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed At the boys from home. They all came running They were making noise, manhandling toys That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?
Gigolo, Huh, sukka? Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sukka?
Who's looking good today? Who's looking good in every way? No style rookie You better watch don't mess with me
No moneyman can win my love It's sweetness that I'm thinking of. We always hang in a Buffalo Stance We do the dive every time we dance I'll give you love baby not romance I'll make a move nothing left to chance So don't you get fresh with me
Get funky. Yeah Timmy. Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ.
So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny When your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile Committed a crime and went inside It was coming your way but you had to survive When you lost your babe, you lost the race Now you're looking at me to take her place.
Smokin.' Not cokin.' Get funky sax. Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch. Looking good in a Buffalo Stance. Looking good when it comes to the crunch Looking good's a state of mind State of mind don't look behind you State of mind or you'll be dead State of mind may I remind you Bomb the Bass...rock this place! What is he like? What's he like anway? Yo' man what do you expect the guy's a gigolo man You know I mean?
Chorus 2 (twice)
Wind on my face, sound in my ears Water from my eyes, and you on my mind As I sink, diving down deep...deeper into your soul.