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Your baby's out runnin round
Hanging with the crowd
Dragging your business in the street and talking out loud
Saying you bought her this and that
And how much you done spent
I swear she must believe it's all heaven sent
Hey boy you better bring the woman around
To the sad old truth the dirty lowdown

You know I wonder who taught her how to talk like that boy
Who gave her that big idea

Nothin you can't handle nothin you ain't got
Put your money on the table and drive it off the lot
Turn on that old lovelight turn a maybe to yes
Same old schoolboy game got you into this mess yeah
You better get on back to town
To the sad sad truth the dirty lowdown

Who put those ideas in her head now
You know I'm thinking about you boy

Come on back down to earth son
Dig the low low low low lowdown

You ain't got to be so bad aint got to be so cold
This dog eat dog existence sure is gettin old
You got to have a Jones for this and a Jones for that
This runnin with the Joneses' boy
Just ain't where it's at

You better on come back around
Face the sad sad truth
The dirty lowdown down

Yes I wonder who put those ideas in her head now
You know I'm still thinking about you boy

Ooh I wonder wonder wonder wonder who
Oh look out for that lowdown
Oh that dirty dirty dirty lowdown
I wonder wonder wonder wonder who
Who got her thinking like that
What about that dirt on your face boy
I wonder wonder wonder wonder who

Don't you know
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Lyrics submitted by Bart Beyls.