The pistol girl, whistle, through my window, 

I know we dig your curls, 

I know we dig you, 

Tell me mamma where the beat go, 

tell me poppa will the beat come home, 

tell me mamma where the beat go, 

do the little thing the thing the thing you know. 



Why you driving everybody crazy, 

like your such a hottie, 

Crazy like your so neurotic, 

Crazy but your hypnotizing. 



Defunk’t the pink truck girl, 

Wake up or keep on breaking up, 

I know we dig your pearls, I know we dig you, 

Come on baby put the heat on, 

Come on baby move the beat back full, 

Come on ever move your feet on, 

Do the little thing, the thing the thing you know