I got a little change in my pocket goin' jangle-angle-ang.

Gonna call you on the telephone, gonna give you a ring.

But each time we talk, I get the same ol' thing:

"No huggy, no kissy till you get a weddin' ring."



I said: "My honey, my baby,

"Don't keep my love up on no shelf."

She said: "Don't gimme no lines,

"An' keep your hands to yourself."



Yeah, I said: "Now, baby, baby, baby, don't you treat me this way.

"I'm still your lover-boy; I still feel the same way."

That's when she told me a story 'bout free milk in a cow:

She said "No huggy, no kissy till we get a weddin' vow." 



I said: "My honey, my baby,

"Don't keep my love up on no shelf."

She said: "Don't gimme no lines,

"An' keep your hands to yourself."



Instrumental Break.



Yeah, I said I wanted her real bad, an' I was about to give in,

That's when she talked about true love an' she started talkin 'bout sin.

I said: "Well, honey, I'll live with you for the rest of my life."

She said "No huggy, no kissy till you make me your wife." 



I said: "But honey, my baby,

"Don't keep my love up on no shelf."

She said: "Don't gimme no lines,

"An' keep your hands to yourself."

"Don't gimme no lines,

"An' keep your hands to yourself."



Instrumental Break.

   (Hey, hey.)