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Who's that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet
Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
At the boys from home. They all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls
Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws
Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?
Gigolo, Huh, sukka?
Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sukka?
Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch don't mess with me
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
Get funky. Yeah Timmy.
Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ.
So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny
When your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy
But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile
Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile
Committed a crime and went inside
It was coming your way but you had to survive
When you lost your babe, you lost the race
Now you're looking at me to take her place.
Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch don't mess with me
Smokin.' Not cokin.' Get funky sax.
Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch.
Looking good in a Buffalo Stance.
Looking good when it comes to the crunch
Looking good's a state of mind
State of mind don't look behind you
State of mind or you'll be dead
State of mind may I remind you
Bomb the Bass...rock this place!
What is he like? What's he like anway?
Yo' man what do you expect the guy's a gigolo man
You know I mean?
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
Wind on my face, sound in my ears
Water from my eyes, and you on my mind
As I sink, diving down deep...deeper into your soul.
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet
Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
At the boys from home. They all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls
Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws
Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?
Gigolo, Huh, sukka?
Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sukka?
Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch don't mess with me
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
Get funky. Yeah Timmy.
Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ.
So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny
When your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy
But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile
Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile
Committed a crime and went inside
It was coming your way but you had to survive
When you lost your babe, you lost the race
Now you're looking at me to take her place.
Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch don't mess with me
Smokin.' Not cokin.' Get funky sax.
Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch.
Looking good in a Buffalo Stance.
Looking good when it comes to the crunch
Looking good's a state of mind
State of mind don't look behind you
State of mind or you'll be dead
State of mind may I remind you
Bomb the Bass...rock this place!
What is he like? What's he like anway?
Yo' man what do you expect the guy's a gigolo man
You know I mean?
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
Wind on my face, sound in my ears
Water from my eyes, and you on my mind
As I sink, diving down deep...deeper into your soul.
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me
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From these lyrics I imagine a streetwise gigolo (or somebody who appears that way) seemingly trying to mack on the narrator. At first she thinks he's just trying to be her pimp. she's looking for true love, not swayed merely by money. she thinks he's just trying to replace the prostitute that used to work for him before he was sent to prison (for crime of solicitation presumably, or somesuch).
He tries to convince her otherwise:
"Smokin, not cokin". The guy is proud of both his sex appeal ("smokin...looking good...") and that he's now living a clean, drug-free life. [well, good for him.] "state of mind: don't look behind you" means he's learned to move forward in his life, not dwelling on mistakes of the past. this guy is very self-confident...it's all about state of mind, according to his philosophy.
"Bomb the bass, rock this place"-- she and the guy meet at a club and have a fun time dancing. [the beat of this song is quite catchy, after all.] but the narrator's friends warn her, this guy's a gigolo, man.
At the end somehow she falls for him, water from her eyes perhaps means tears of joy, and sinking deeper into his soul means she's gotten to know the real guy behind the gigolo/pimp facade. Maybe her friends were wrong? or maybe she's been had and he's really just a gigolo. Ambiguous ending.
just a guess anyway.