Who's that gigolo on the street
  With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet
  Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
  At the boys from home. They all came running
  They were making noise, manhandling toys
  That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls
  Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws
  Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?
  
  Gigolo, Huh, sukka?
  Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sukka?
  
  Chorus1:
  Who's looking good today?
  Who's looking good in every way?
  No style rookie
  You better watch don't mess with me
  
  Chorus2:
  No moneyman can win my love
  It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
  We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
  We do the dive every time we dance
  I'll give you love baby not romance
  I'll make a move nothing left to chance
  So don't you get fresh with me
  
  Get funky. Yeah Timmy.
  Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ.
  
  So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny
  When your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy
  But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile
  Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile
  Committed a crime and went inside
  It was coming your way but you had to survive
  When you lost your babe, you lost the race
  Now you're looking at me to take her place.
  
  Chorus1
  
  Smokin.' Not cokin.' Get funky sax.
  Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch.
  Looking good in a Buffalo Stance.
  Looking good when it comes to the crunch
  Looking good's a state of mind
  State of mind don't look behind you
  State of mind or you'll be dead
  State of mind may I remind you
  Bomb the Bass...rock this place!
  What is he like? What's he like anway?
  Yo' man what do you expect the guy's a gigolo man
  You know I mean?
  
  Chorus2 X 2
  
  Wind on my face, sound in my ears
  Water from my eyes, and you on my mind
  As I sink, diving down deep...deeper into your soul.
  
  Chorus2 to fade...