Crackin’ Up (Live At The El Mocambo 1977) Lyrics

You're always hollerin'
'Bout where I've been
You're always screamin'
'Bout the money I spend
What's wrong with you?
Oh, yeah, you're crackin' up

I caught you, woman
A long time ago
Keep your hand out of my pocket
Keep your foot out my door
What's wrong with you?
Oh, yeah, you're crackin' up

Choo-choo-choo, choo-choo, choo
Choo-choo-choo, choo-choo, choo
Choo-choo-choo, choo-choo, choo
Choo-choo-choo, choo-choo, choo

I used to do your cookin'
Your laundry too
Now what more for a woman
Could a man like me do?
I'm fed up
Oh, yeah, you're bugging me (oh)

Choo-choo-choo, choo-choo, choo
Choo-choo-choo, choo-choo, choo
Choo-choo-choo, choo-choo, choo
Choo-choo-choo, choo-choo, choo
Crackin' up (oh, I am crackin' up)
Oh, bugging me

Oh, yeah

(Crackin' up, oh
Crackin' up
I feel like I'm stroking everybody
Stroking really
Stroke me, darling
We're gonna do, uh, Donna's sister this one)