Wild Women Don’t Have the Blues

Well, you hear about all these women Raising about their funky, funky, funky, funky men They've got some trifling husbands Lord knows, they've got a lot of no good friends All these fretting women sitting around the house All day long and they are wondering When their loving papas are ever coming home Wild women never worry, wild women never, never, they never worry I got a sweet disposition, gonna wear my very own I ain't never gonna spend not one lonely night at home all alone I can go out , drink all the courvoisier I can find Walk the streets all night alone And I can tell any man to go to Hell if that man don't know how to act right Wild women, we don't never worry, wild women never, never get the blues Well, you fellas ain't ever gonna get nothing If you keep acting like an Angel, child Give it up tonight's a real, real good night Y'all gotta learn how to get to together well 'Cuz I'll tell you one more thing, Francine never tells a lie Wild women will be the first ones, Lord to learn how to fly Wild women never worry, wild women don't get the blues, yeah, yeah, yeah