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Baby you got it going
I like what you got showing
You got curves that threaten my existence
A way of moving that blows past my resistance
You got lips the color of blood
Got a sharp tongue, pierced with a stud
Got a beer with a lime shoved in it
You got it all, have you got a minute


Yeah you got what you need
Yeah you got what you need
Yeah you got what you need
And you don’t need me

Baby I got it bad
Got the shakes, I’m going mad
I’ve been bitten by a fascinating notion
You and I could be making a commotion
I got a come-on that sometimes works
Hold down a job with a lot of perks
What else I got I am too polite to mention
I got no idea how to grab your attention

Repeat Chorus

You’ve got it made
I can’t persuade
I think you got the gist
You’ve got lips that oughta be kissed
You’re on notice that I exist
Come on, baby, let’s do the twist

Repeat Chorus

Baby I got no chance
You got me in a trance
Let’s get real, you can put me on probation
I just want a slot in your rotation
Turn your dial at least to defrost
Tell me get busy, don’t say to get lost
All you tell me is ”get a clue”
I get your drift but I don’t get you

Repeat chorus twice, with ending
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This song was put together on Musicians Collaboration. The owner of that site, Nick Testa, came to me with this tune, and only had a chorus ("Yeah you got what you need (x3)/And you don’t need me").

He wanted a lyric about a guy hitting on a girl who was way out of his league.

It wrote itself fairly quickly and it became a fun tune. The vocalist took a few liberties with the lyric, but I’ll reprint my original words (with NIck’s chorus) here).

As usual, the final track was a product of a lot of far-flung musicians, as follows:

Nick Testa -Guitars, Sax/keys, Nix and Master
Steve McAndrew - All Vocals
Ken Grover - Drums
Holmez Zombiacus - Bass
Jay Lamothe - B3 Organ

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