One-two, one-two-three-four, one-two



Well-a, ooh-ee love goes on

Keep it to yourself like a dog with a bone

Your lover ain't never your friend

So pick yourself up, dust yourself off

And get kicked in the head again



Well, Jimmy Stud was the milkman's friend

He helped on the rounds now and again

He was fit, he was pretty, he sure got about

He pleased a lot of women 'til his wife found out

Then she got the house, the car and the kids

But Jimmy hit the bottle and slid into the skids

Fat alimony cheque to mail

Which he didn't so he went to gaol, that's right



Ooh-ee love goes on

Keep it to yourself like a dog with a bone

Your lover ain't never your friend

So pick yourself up, dust yourself off

And get kicked in the head again



Well, Baxter Funt was a pal of mine

He liked the women and he liked the wine

Gave all his money to a gal named Jean

Who kicked him around and treats him mean

And she dresses slick, she spends it quick

She got a mother who looks like Moby Dick

Baxter dreams of a sunny day

When he'll just fff fade away, do it



Yeah, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lah-lah-lah-lah

Do waddy, do what you want to

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lah-lah-lah-dah

Do waddy, do it



Ooh-ee love goes on

Keep it to yourself like a dog with a bone

Your lover ain't never your friend

So pick yourself up, dust yourself off

And get kicked in the head again



Well, ooh-ee love goes on

Keep it to yourself like a dog with a bone

Your lover ain't never your friend

So pick yourself up, dust yourself off

And get kicked in the head again