Ya Ya (Next To Me) - Steve Forbert

Hey, what’s a boy to do, ya, ya?

What’s a boy to do, baby?

What’s a boy to do?

I wanna be with you, ya, ya

I wanna be with you, baby

I wanna be with you

Yeah, it’s a big old world that we’re living

With so cruel and crazy ways

It’s a small little world that we live in

It’s getting smaller everyday

I want you next to me, ya ya, say, ya

Next to me

Hey, you come from New Orleans, ya, ya

You come from New Orleans, baby

You come from New Orleans

Yeah, you with you boots and jeans, ya, ya

You with your boots and jeans, baby

You with your boots and jeans

I know you roll them horses

Fast and free when you were somewhere around eighteen

Now you’re look back at New York City

Baby, it’s a whole another knock down scene

I want you next to me, ya, ya, say, ya

Sitting next to me

Little girl, you with your long blonde hair baby

Little girl, yes, I saw you standing there

And I don’t stop till I stop, stood and stare

I want you next to me, ya, ya, say, ya

Next to me, alright, alright

You in blue bayou, ya, ya

You with you blue bayou

You with you blue bayou

Yeah, you got the kisses too, ya ya

You got the kisses too, baby

You got the kisses too

And when I walk with you

And when I talk with you

I feel like something’s surely right

I want you close to me and it’s supposed to be

I mean completely day and night

I want you next to me, ya ya, say, ya

Next to me, oh woah, woah, woah

Next to me, ya, ya, say, ya

Next to me

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright

Next to me