I got a little change in my pocket goin’ jangle-angle-ang.
Gonna call you on the telephone, gonna give you a ring.
But each time we talk, I get the same ol’ thing:
«No huggy, no kissy till you get a weddin’ ring.»
I said: «My honey, my baby,
«Don’t keep my love up on no shelf.»
She said: «Don’t gimme no lines,
«An’ keep your hands to yourself.»
Yeah, I said: «Now, baby, baby, baby, don’t you treat me this way.
«I’m still your lover-boy; I still feel the same way.»
That’s when she told me a story ’bout free milk in a cow:
She said «No huggy, no kissy till we get a weddin’ vow.»
I said: «My honey, my baby,
«Don’t keep my love up on no shelf.»
She said: «Don’t gimme no lines,
«An’ keep your hands to yourself.»
Instrumental Break.
Yeah, I said I wanted her real bad, an’ I was about to give in,
That’s when she talked about true love an’ she started talkin ’bout sin.
I said: «Well, honey, I’ll live with you for the rest of my life.»
She said «No huggy, no kissy till you make me your wife.»
I said: «But honey, my baby,
«Don’t keep my love up on no shelf.»
She said: «Don’t gimme no lines,
«An’ keep your hands to yourself.»
«Don’t gimme no lines,
«An’ keep your hands to yourself.»
Instrumental Break.
(Hey, hey.)