I like it    I don't like it

[Inspired by Marlene Shaw's 1967 vocal version of Cannonball Adderly's big 1966 soul jazz instrumental hit]

My baby, she may not look

Like one of those bunnies out of the Playboy book

Well, I'm sorry bout that, Mr. Williams

But she's got something,

Johnny, much greater than gold

Well, now what's that?

I'm crazy 'bout that girl,

She's got so much soul

She's got the kind of loving, kissin' and a-huggin'

Sure is mellow, glad that I'm her fellow

And I know that she knocks me off my feet

Have mercy on me!

'Cause she knocks me off my feet

Can you dig it?

There is no girl in the whole world

That can love me like you do - ow!

Tell 'em bout it, Watson

My baby now, when she walks by

All the fellows go '~~~', and I know why

Have mercy, just look at her walk

It's simply because that girl, she walks so fine

And if she ever leave me, I will lose my mind

Because she's got the kind of lovin',

Kissin' and a-huggin'

Sure is mellow, glad that I'm her fellow

And I know that she knocks me off my feet

Have mercy on me!

'Cause she knocks me off my feet

I'd better tell 'em one more thing

There is no girl in the whole world

That can love me like you do

Ow, tell 'em bout it, Mr. Williams

Now everybody in my neighborhood

An' that's what's grooving me

Will testify that my girl, she looks so good

Well, let me tell you something else right here

She looks so fine, she give eyesight to the blind

Help 'em to make 'em see

And if she ever leave me, I will lose my mind

Because she's got the kind of lovin',

Kissin' and a-huggin'

Sure is mellow, glad that I'm her fellow

And I know that she knocks me off my feet

Have mercy on me!

'Cause she knocks me off my feet

Can you dig it?

There is no girl in the whole world

That can love me like you do

Mercy, mercy, mercy!