(words & music by joy byers)
When I was a little bitty boy
Sittin on my papas knee
I still remember every word my papa said to me
Now boy if you ever meet
A pretty woman walking down the street

Youd better
Stop real still, look both ways
Listen or youll get in trouble

When you see her go struttin by
Giving you that evil eye
And shes got a kind of dreamy look
Just enough to get you shook
Now boy dont you lose your head
You pay attention what your papa said

Youd better
Stop real still, look both ways
Listen or youll get in trouble

All right !

Shell drive you crazy with the way she walks
Shell drive you crazy with the way she talks
And youll think youre gonna lose your mind
cause that pretty woman looks so fine
And the very first thing youll know
Youll be tellin her you love her so

Youd better stop real still