Dedicated To The Press
Hey now!
Extra, extra, have you read about me?
Well, they say I'm vulgar
And some people can do without me
Well, all I can say is it's such a shame
Why do they blame me for what I am?
Hey now!
Extra, extra, do you understand me?
Well, if you don't, don't you reprimand me
Well, I wish I could tell it to you another way
But I'm telling you the only way that I know how
Do you dig it?
Extra, extra, have you read about me?
Well, they I stick out my tongue
Quite lecherously
Well, I really don't know what they're talkin' about
I just can't seem to keep my tongue in my mouth
That's all folks
Extra, extra, do you understand me?
Well, if you don't, how can you like me?
Well, all I can say is it's such a shame
It really is a pity that you can't get into me
I don't care
Hey now!
Do you know where I'm going to?
Hey now!
Well, you're hipper than me if you say that you do
It ain't nothin', but some music
It ain't nothin', but some fun
And if I make you uptight
That's 'cause you don't know where I'm coming from
And ain't nothin' that heavy
Oh, such a shame
Ooh, that sleazy fame
Oh, isn't she a shame?
Maybe her mother, her mother is to blame
Dear mother
Oh, isn't she a shame?
Oh, ah, mmm, what a trashy dame
Oh, life is such a shame
You swing high
You swing low, here I go again
Extra, extra, have you read about me?
Well, they say I'm vulgar
And some people can do without me
Well, all I can say is it's such a shame
Why do they blame me for what I am?
Hey now!
Extra, extra, do you understand me?
Well, if you don't, don't you reprimand me
Well, I wish I could tell it to you another way
But I'm telling you the only way that I know how
Do you dig it?
Extra, extra, have you read about me?
Well, they I stick out my tongue
Quite lecherously
Well, I really don't know what they're talkin' about
I just can't seem to keep my tongue in my mouth
That's all folks
Extra, extra, do you understand me?
Well, if you don't, how can you like me?
Well, all I can say is it's such a shame
It really is a pity that you can't get into me
I don't care
Hey now!
Do you know where I'm going to?
Hey now!
Well, you're hipper than me if you say that you do
It ain't nothin', but some music
It ain't nothin', but some fun
And if I make you uptight
That's 'cause you don't know where I'm coming from
And ain't nothin' that heavy
Oh, such a shame
Ooh, that sleazy fame
Oh, isn't she a shame?
Maybe her mother, her mother is to blame
Dear mother
Oh, isn't she a shame?
Oh, ah, mmm, what a trashy dame
Oh, life is such a shame
You swing high
You swing low, here I go again
Credits
Writer(s): Betty Mabry (pka Betty Davis), Larry Johnson
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