LOWDOWN
(B. Scaggs / D. Paich)
"Silk Degrees"
Baby's into runnin' round
Hangin' with the crowd
Puttin' your business in the street
Talking out loud
Sayin' 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 chick around
To the sad sad truth
The dirty lowdown
Oooh oooh, I wonder wonder wonder wonder who
Taught her how to talk like that
Oooh oooh.. I wonder wonder wonder wonder who
Gave her that big idea
Nothing you can't handle
Nothing 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 a "yes"
Same old schoolboy game
Got you into this mess
Hey son, better get on back to town
Face the sad old truth
The dirty lowdown
Oooh oooh, I wonder wonder wonder wonder who
Put those ideas in your head
Oooh, oooh I wonder wonder wonder wonder who
Come on back down to earth, son
Dig the low, low, low, low lowdown
You ain't got to be so bad-
Got to be so cold
This dog-eat-dog existence sure is getting' old
Got to have a Jones for this- Jones for that
This running with the Joneses, boy
Just ain't where it's at
You gonna come back around
To the sad, sad truth... the dirty lowdown
Oooh, oooh, I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who
Got you thinkin' like that boy
Oooh, oooh I wonder, wonder, wonder who
I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who
Said I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who
Oh, look out for that lowdown
That dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty lowdown
I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who
Whoo... hooo
I wonder who got you thinking like that
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