(Words & music by Joy Byers)
  When I was a little bitty boy
  Sittin' on my papa's knee
  I still remember every word my papa said to me
  Now boy if you ever meet
  A pretty woman walking down the street
    You'd better
  Stop real still, look both ways
  Listen or you'll get in trouble
    When you see her go struttin' by
  Giving you that evil eye
  And she's got a kind of dreamy look
  Just enough to get you shook
  Now boy don't you lose your head
  You pay attention what your papa said
    You'd better
  Stop real still, look both ways
  Listen or you'll get in trouble
    All right !
    She'll drive you crazy with the way she walks
  She'll drive you crazy with the way she talks
  And you'll think you're gonna lose your mind
  'Cause that pretty woman looks so fine
  And the very first thing you'll know
  You'll be tellin' her you love her so
    You'd better stop real still