Hey Ricky

Hey, sugar, where'd you get that sweet tooth

Where'd you get that swagger

Where'd you get off acting like Babe Ruth

When you look just like the others

And you wouldn't know good silk stockings

From a cheap old pair of tights

You ain't, you ain't no swell in your pinstripes

You ain't no tiger when there ain't no lights

You call me your latest conquest

As you belch my name to the boys

But if your beer was the sea of Cortez

You'd be drowning in the sound of your own voice

Hey, Ricky, you're a low down heel

You're a minus zero on the scale of me

With your 'what's up kid' and your 'cool it babes'

You're a worn out fact on an ancient page

Hey, Ricky, hey, hey, Ricky, hey, Ricky

You're a low down heel

Oh, Lordy, where'd you buy them morals

Where'd you get that Stetson

You come across a little short or urban

A New York white boy's hardly redneck Texan

Say I really love them white bucks

Did your battleship sink your rubber duck

And you, you wouldn't know what a lady was

Unless she came up and kicked you in the butt

As you turn the color of Kalua

On a boat off the Florida Keys

I'll be messing up the sheets with someone else

While your Jello heart's adrift at sea