Locked up and frocked up below
Into what we know
Tied up and fried up and told

When I'm like a lowing flow

My butterflies sweet

And much to fast
And to late
If six was eight

And philandering oh today, yeah
But if six was eight
Six was eight

Oh, no nah nah

Dressed up for the bus stop

No show
But it's no joke
Your henpecked a dialect and go go

But so slow

My butterflies sweet

And much to fast
And to late
If six was eight

And philandering oh today, yeah
But if six was eight
Six was eight

Oh, Ohh

If six was eight

If six was eight
If six was eight
If six was eight, Ohh

If six was eight, Ohh
If six was eight, Wohoho
If six was eight, Wohoho

If six was eight