Friday night down on Houston
In a spot called Bamboo Jack's
Everyone was doing the mambo
And drinking Golden Cadillacs
Sally was there with her daddy
But daddy was in a funk
'Cause Sally met up with and took a shrine
To a hunk from East Podunk

And daddy cried
"Hey! Whatcha doin', whatcha doin'?
What's he got I don't got?
All I see's American cheese
He'll melt when you get hot"
And Sally said
"I see what I wanna see, I know what I wanna know
I don't need you to tell me what's true
If you don't like it, daddy, you can blow, blow
Blow, blow, blow"

Saturday at the same place
They roll up the bamboo rug
Everyone was doing the limbo
Except Sally and her Podunk plug
Seems he took a shine to some chicken
Shakin' her tom-tom-tom
Sally saw that, and whack-a-mole!
She exploded like a hydrogen bomb
She cried
"Hey! Whatcha doin', whatcha doin'?
What's she got that I lack?
That chicken is thin and meaner than sin
And uglier than Bamboo Jack"
And he said
"I see what I wanna see, I know what I wanna know
I don't need you to tell me what's true
If you don't like it, baby, you can blow, blow
Blow, blow, blow blow
Blow, blow"

I see what I wanna see (I see what I wanna see)
I know what I wanna know (I know what I wanna know)
I don't need you to tell me what's true
If you don't like it baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, you can blow