| Lyrics: | (Words by Van Halen)
(Ain't that some shit?)
(Okay, ya ready to
go?)
(Yeah)
Oh yeah!
Yeah! She's gotta have soul
Or it won't feel
right
Well, just plain, clean, and simple
Wrapped up nice n' tight
And homegrown
and down-home, that makes one
Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me.
Woo!
It's gettin' hard to find
Guess it ain't hip enough now
You take an average
guy, he can't identify, uh
And there's a short supply of her fine, fine stuff
Lemme get
on, lemme get on, lemme get on some o' that
Shake it up, bake it up nice, uh!
Lemme get on,
lemme get on, lemme get on all that
I so love my baby's poundcake
Homegrown and
down-home, yeah that's the one
Still cookin' with that old time, long lost recipe
Lemme
get on some o' that
Uh-ah uh-ho ho
Uh-ah uh-ho ho. I want some o' that
Uh-ah uh-ho ho.
Gimme some o' that
Uh-ah uh-ho ho-ow!
(Guitar Solo)
Ooh, got some real fine
pound...poundcake. Ah
I've been out there
Tried a little bit of everything
But it's
all sex without love
I found the real thing is poundcake
Homegrown and down-home, yeah
that's the one
Still cookin' with that old time, long lost recipe, yeah. Woo!
She's
down-home and down-home. Oh, that's my woman
Gimme some o' that
Uh-ah uh-ho
ho
Uh-ah uh-ho ho. Lemme hold that
Uh-ah uh-ho ho. Uh!
Uh-ah uh-ho ho
Homegrown
and down-home, woo! Come on babe
Gimme some o' that, gimme some o' that
Homegrown, way
down-home. Yeah!
Uh-ah uh-ho ho, yeah, gimme some o' that. Woo!
C'mon baby
Homegrown,
homegrown, down-home
Uh-ho ho-ac |
