Bertha Lou - Robert Gordon

Bertha Lou, Bertha Lou

Let me slip around with you

If I could raise some sand

I’d be a mighty-mighty man

'Cause you’re so ooooh, Bertha Lou

Bertha Lou, Bertha Lou

Gotta get a date with you

If I could hear you moan

On Mr. Bell’s telephone

Ain’t no tellin' what I’d do, Bertha Lou

You wear your hair in a poodle cut

You’re walkin' down the street like a semi-truck

And everybody knows that you’re so sweet

You tickle from head to my athlete’s feet

Hey-hey, Bertha Lou

I wanna conjugate with you

You know my blood is running' wild

And I know you ain’t no child

When you do what you do, Bertha Lou

You wear your hair in a poodle cut

You’re walkin' down the street like a semi-truck

And everybody knows that you’re so sweet

You tickle from head to my athlete’s feet

Hey-hey, Bertha Lou

I wanna congregate with you

You know my blood is running' wild

And I know you ain’t no child

When you do what you do, Bertha Lou

Bertha Lou, Bertha Lou, Bertha Lou