I knew this little girl, she's not such a little girl.
We used to call her big Shirl, but that wasn't her name.
I think it was Jenny or Jane but she could eat like
a champion - big shirl what's happening?
She dotted me in my eye, back when I told her why.
I thought I'd never see her again until our High School
reunion. Man she really grew up and man she really
trimmed down - hey Jen you wanna go out?
We hit the town with red paint and we had brushes in
hand. She didn't remember who I was,
I was just some other guy.
I took her out to the beach,
we went down in the sand - we had a funky good time!

It was a funky good time.
It was a Superduperfunkin'groovin'fuzzywuzzyloveathon.

Later on that same year, I know it doesn't seem likely,
but it's the God's honest truth,
the guy he wanted to fight me.
He was pretty big and I'm, well you can see me - wish me luck I'll need it.
He caught us cheating at cards,
or at least so he thought.
We weren't even playing for money,
just a friendly little game.
He didn't even know my name,
or at least so I thought - but hey look what I brought.
It was six inches of steel,
wrapped in a 1/2" of leather.
There was no love lost when we took it out to the street.
He put my boy on his back,
so I cracked open a can - of funky fresh whoop ass.

C

Oooh, you're not alone, you're not alone, you know your not alone.

Love is so many different things. To me, it's never quite the same.
I find it everywhere I go but it always leaves me by myself.