Well, you hear about all these women

Raising about their funky, funky, funky, funky men

They've got some trifling husbands

Lord knows, they've got a lot of no good friends



All these fretting women sitting around the house

All day long and they are wondering

When their loving papas are ever coming home

Wild women never worry, wild women never, never, they never worry



I got a sweet disposition, gonna wear my very own

I ain't never gonna spend not one lonely night at home all alone

I can go out , drink all the courvoisier I can find

Walk the streets all night alone



And I can tell any man to go to Hell if that man don't know how to act right

Wild women, we don't never worry, wild women never, never get the blues



Well, you fellas ain't ever gonna get nothing

If you keep acting like an Angel, child

Give it up tonight's a real, real good night

Y'all gotta learn how to get to together well



'Cuz I'll tell you one more thing, Francine never tells a lie

Wild women will be the first ones, Lord to learn how to fly

Wild women never worry, wild women don't get the blues, yeah, yeah, yeah