| Who’s that gigolo on the street |
| With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet |
| Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed |
| At the boys from home. They all came running |
| They were making noise, manhandling toys |
| That’s the girls on the block with the nasty curls |
| Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws |
| Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours? |
| Gigolo, Huh, sukka? |
| Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sukka? |
| Chorus 1: |
| Who’s looking good today? |
| Who’s looking good in every way? |
| No style rookie |
| You better watch don’t mess with me Chorus 2: |
| No moneyman can win my love |
| It’s sweetness that I’m thinking of. |
| We always hang in a Buffalo Stance |
| We do the dive every time we dance |
| I’ll give you love baby not romance |
| I’ll make a move nothing left to chance |
| So don’t you get fresh with me Get funky. Yeah Timmy. |
| Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ. |
| So you say you wanted money but you know it’s never funny |
| When your shoes worn through and there’s a rumble in your tummy |
| But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile |
| Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile |
| Committed a crime and went inside |
| It was coming your way but you had to survive |
| When you lost your babe, you lost the race |
| Now you’re looking at me to take her place. |
| Chorus 1 |
| Smokin.'Not cokin.'Get funky sax. |
| Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch. |
| Looking good in a Buffalo Stance. |
| Looking good when it comes to the crunch |
| Looking good’s a state of mind |
| State of mind don’t look behind you |
| State of mind or you’ll be dead |
| State of mind may I remind you |
| Bomb the Bass… rock this place! |
| What is he like? What’s he like anway? |
| Yo’man what do you expect the guy’s a gigolo man |
| You know I mean? |
| Chorus 2 (twice) |
| Wind on my face, sound in my ears |
| Water from my eyes, and you on my mind |
| As I sink, diving down deep… deeper into your soul. |
| Chorus 2 … |