Hey pretty lady
won’t you come my way
We got nothing going on today
I got two arms and you belong
in the middle
I’ll be the big spoon if you’ll be the little
We could stay out until we
see the stars
Or we could drink Blue
Moon in a dive bar
If you wanna go shopping you could
drag me around
I could check out the new
record store downtown
You got the money, I got the time
You put me in the best frame of mind
Lately, I’ve been telling
anybody who’ll hear
That you’re the only
song playing in my ears
Hey pretty lady won’t you
come my way
We got nothing going on today
I got two arms and you
belong in the middle
I’ll be the big spoon if you’ll be the little
I sold a record but I ain’t sold two
So I only got a little bit to spend on you
I’d sure like to buy you an ice cream cone
Pretend we don’t have to
act like all grown
Up men and women worried
bout the banks
The youth and the protests
and the corporate ranks
The burden and afflictions
and the stress are all gone
When I’m walking down the
street with you on my arm
So hey pretty lady won’t you
come my way
We got nothing going on today
You keep doing what it is you do
And I’m always gonna be a fool for you
You be the crazy and
I’ll be the sane
I’ll keep up with you and I
won’t complain
Oakland, Chicago, to NYC
I just wanna hold you next me
I’ll be the big spoon, you be the little
I got two arms…and you belong in the middle