Fist City Lyrics - For The Good Times - Little Willies

You've been makin' your brags around town 

That you've been a lovin' with my man 

But the man I love when he picks up trash 

He puts it in a garbage can 

And that's what you look like to me 

And what I see is a pity 

You'd better close your face 

And stay out of my way 

If you don't wanta go to Fist City 

If you don't wanna go to Fist City 

You'd better detour round my town 

'Cause I'll grab you by the hair of the head 

And I'll lift you off of the ground 

I'm not a sayin' my baby is a saint 

'Cause he ain't 

And that he won't cat around with a kitty 

I'm here to tell you gal to lay off of my man 

If you don't wanna go to Fist City 

Come on and tell me what you told my friends 

If you think you're brave enough 

And I'll show you what a real woman is 

Since you think you're hot stuff 

You'll bite off more than you can chew 

If you get too cute or witty 

You better move your feet if you don't wanna eat 

A meal that's called Fist City 

If you don't wanna go to Fist City 

You'd better detour round my town 

'Cause I'll grab you by the hair of the head 

And I'll lift you off of the ground 

I'm not a sayin' my baby is a saint 

'Cause he ain't 

And that he won't cat around with a kitty 

I'm here to tell you gal to lay off of my man 

If you don't wanna go to Fist City