[Intro]
Will you stop this (Gigolo) **** scratching and gimme a beat?
Ouch!
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce the hi-hat
Go on, mmm, that's good!
Now the tambourine, right now!
Mmm, whoo, yeah, DJ!

[Verse 1]
Who's that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet?
Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
And the boys from home, they all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
There'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?

[Interlude]
Gigolo
Huh, sucka?
Gigolo. Gigolo
Huh, sucka?
Gigolo

[Pre-Chorus]
Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch, don't mess with me
[Chorus]
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

[Interlude]
Get funky
Yeah, Timmy
Tell it like it is!
Check out this DJ

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in ever way?
No style rookie
You better watch, don't mess with me
[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
Smokin', not cokin'
Get funky sax
Looking good, hang in 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!

[Interlude]
What is he like?
What's he like anyway?
Yo, man, what do you expect? The guy's a gigolo, man
You know I mean?
[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
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

[Outro]
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
No moneyman can win my love
No moneyman can win my love
No moneyman can win my love
No moneyman can win my love
No moneyman—