Come on baby, help me defend this gold
Come on baby, help me defend this gold
There's a band down in
Really, really rock and roll
Well the sun is shinin' on both sides of the street
Ahh, the sun is shinin' on both sides of the street
I got a smile on my face for every little girl I meet
Well my pocket's filled up to the top with dough
Yeah, my pocket's filled up to the top with dough
Well I'm all dressed up but ain't got no place to go
Got a brand new suit, a new pair of shoes
You can't lose, no? by you, baby
Help me defend this gold
Well I'm all dressed up, ain't got no place to go
Writer(s): Calvin Carter, J. Reed, Ewart Abner
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