Written by: D. Bryant



Twenty-five pounds of pure cane sugar

She's got in each and every kiss

You wouldn't know what I'm talking 'bout

If you never had a love like this

Well, I don't mean to be frank with you all

It's a natural fact

Good things come wrapped up in small, small packages now

Well you can't argue with that

Oh, oh, yeah

Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness

Ninety-nine pounds of soul, oh, oh

Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness

Ninety-nine pounds of soul

Twenty-five pounds of tenderness

She got in each and every touch

Twenty-five pounds of understanding my woman

'Cause I was the one running 'round town worrying too much

Twenty-four pounds of Sunday

That I can't see, yeah

And it all adds up to ninety-nine big pounds

Oh, I'm talking about a feline friend

Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness

Ninety-nine pounds of soul

Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness

Ninety-nine pounds of soul

Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness

Ninety-nine pounds of soul

Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness

Ninety-nine pounds of soul

Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness

Ninety-nine pounds of soul

Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness

Ninety-nine pounds of soul