I walked in, sat down
Took my sutomary look around
I saw a fine young thin heading straight my eyes
And before I could think if something slick to say

She sat right down and said, “Yes, you may”
She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend
She was slappin' the cakes on me
She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend

She was slappin' the cakes on me as any fool could plainly see
She was full of feminie expertise
She was on her toes, I was on my knees
She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend
She was slappin' the cakes on me

I was mute, I was mum, I was trying not look too dumb
I said I certainly hope you won't misconstrue
But perhaps we could have a little drink or two
I said, “What's your pleasure?” , she said, “Guys like you”

We walked out hand in hand, exactly as the lady planned
Then I moved in with my smoothest line
I said, “Look here woman, what's your sign?”
Later for that your place or mine

She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend
She was slappin' the cakes on me
She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend
She was slappin' the cakes on me as any fool could plainly see

She was a ruthless master of poetry
She was over my head, I was out of my league
She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend
She was slappin' the cakes on me

Now to tell you the truth that's exactly what happened
Just the other night when this lady started
She was slappin' the cakes on me
She was slappin' the cakes on me