Humble Pie: Thunderbox

Oh, yeah Ooh, oh, ooh Ooh, ooh Oh, yeah He's a thunderbox, sure You got your hot pants round your shoulders Lick your lips and you a fox Everybody stopped and told us They say you got a thunderbox You can see for yourself, I've got a clean bill of health I ain't never seen a thunderbox Oh, oh, what do you know Well, I get to sing--solo He's a thunderbox Oh yea, he's a thunderbox... Well, was your claim to fame In the same letter name It's your game I'm playing While the music is swaying Oh, I'm so glad I came in here He's a thunderbox Oh yea, he's a thunderbox... You're not a lot, you know, when you ain't a gypsy And a hooker with your wicked knots I had to park the car and take a look to see 'Cause I ain't never seen a thunderbox Oh, oh, well, I don't know where you've been But I can guess what you've seen You know what I mean He's a thunderbox Oh, yea, he's a thunderbox... Oh, oh, I can see what you've got Since you sure got a lot And, and the band's still playing Let the music sway Oh, I'm so glad I came in here He's a thunderbox Oh, yea, he's a thunderbox... Some say you from Dallas there And you're hooked on pork and beans But I think it might be you're from Louisiana Roundabout New Orleans I can see you don't smell like no flower But I can say the same for myself Tell you girl, I know that you know that I know I've got my reasons You know that you're bad yourself Don't ask me for no answers You could never ever take the shock I've got the grief and I'll take my chances Rolling with my thunderbox Oh, oh, I guess you may say It's just a casual affair But I just got to know you all He's a thunderbox Oh, yea, he's a thunderbox...