Ya Ya (Next To Me)-Steve Forbert

Hey, what's a boy to do, ya, ya? What's a boy to do, baby? What's a boy to do? I wanna be with you, ya, ya I wanna be with you, baby I wanna be with you Yeah, it's a big old world that we're living With so cruel and crazy ways It's a small little world that we live in It's getting smaller everyday I want you next to me, ya ya, say, ya Next to me Hey, you come from New Orleans, ya, ya You come from New Orleans, baby You come from New Orleans Yeah, you with you boots and jeans, ya, ya You with your boots and jeans, baby You with your boots and jeans I know you roll them horses Fast and free when you were somewhere around eighteen Now you're look back at New York City Baby, it's a whole another knock down scene I want you next to me, ya, ya, say, ya Sitting next to me Little girl, you with your long blonde hair baby Little girl, yes, I saw you standing there And I don't stop till I stop, stood and stare I want you next to me, ya, ya, say, ya Next to me, alright, alright You in blue bayou, ya, ya You with you blue bayou You with you blue bayou Yeah, you got the kisses too, ya ya You got the kisses too, baby You got the kisses too And when I walk with you And when I talk with you I feel like something's surely right I want you close to me and it's supposed to be I mean completely day and night I want you next to me, ya ya, say, ya Next to me, oh woah, woah, woah Next to me, ya, ya, say, ya Next to me Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright Next to me