Hey Ricky (you're A Low-down Heel) Lyrics - Melissa Manchester

Hey, sugar, where'd you get that sweet tooth 

Where'd you get that swagger 

Where'd you get off acting like Babe Ruth 

When you look just like the others 

And you wouldn't know good silk stockings 

From a cheap old pair of tights 

You ain't, you ain't no swell in your pinstripes 

You ain't no tiger when there ain't no lights 

You call me your latest conquest 

As you belch my name to the boys 

But if your beer was the sea of Cortez 

You'd be drowning in the sound of your own voice 

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Hey, Ricky, you're a low down heel 

You're a minus zero on the scale of me 

With your 'what's up kid' and your 'cool it babes' 

You're a worn out fact on an ancient page 

Hey, Ricky, hey, hey, Ricky, hey, Ricky 

You're a low down heel 

Oh, Lordy, where'd you buy them morals 

Where'd you get that Stetson 

You come across a little short or urban 

A New York white boy's hardly redneck Texan 

Say I really love them white bucks 

Did your battleship sink your rubber duck 

And you, you wouldn't know what a lady was 

Unless she came up and kicked you in the butt 

As you turn the color of Kalua 

On a boat off the Florida Keys 

I'll be messing up the sheets with someone else 

While your Jello heart's adrift at sea 

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Hey, Ricky, you're a low down heel 

You're a minus zero on the scale of me 

With your 'what's up kid' and your 'cool it babes' 

You're a worn out fact on an ancient page 

Hey, Ricky, hey, hey, Ricky, hey, Ricky 

You're a low down heel