Pound Cake-Count Basie

Yeah, she’s gotta have a soul, Or it won’t feel right, We’re just playin, clean and simple Wrapped up, nice and tight In a home-grown, and down home, That makes a woman Cookin’ up that old time long lost recipe, for me It’s gettin’ hard to find Guess it ain’t hip enough now You take an average guy Who can’t identify And there’s a short supply Of the fine, fine stuff, Lemme get on, lemme get on, lemme get on some of that Shake it up, pick it out nice, Lemme get on, lemme get on, lemme get on outta there, I still love my baby’s poundcake Home grown, and down home, Yeah, that’s the woman, Still cookin up an old time, long lost recipe Lemme get on some of that, Uh ha, uh ha, ho Uh ha, uh ha, ho, yeah I want some of that Uh ha, uh ha, ho Gimme some of that, uh ha, uh ha, ha...ow! I’ve been out there, Tried a little bit of everything Its all sex without love I felt the real thing is poundcake Home grown, and down home, Yeah, that’s the woman, Still cookin with that old time, long lost recipe, yeah, whew! She’s down home and down home, Oh, that’s my woman, Gimme some of that, Uh ha, uh ha, ho Uh ha, uh ha, ho, Lemme hold that Uh ha, uh ha, ho Uh, uh ha, uh ha ho, yeah Home grown, and down home, whew! C’mon, babe, Gimme some of that Gimme some of that Home grown, way down home, yeah! Uh ha, uh ha, ho, yeah Gimme some of that, whew! C’mon babe!