Bertha Lou Bertha Lou
Let me slip around with you
If I could raise some sand
I'd be a mighty mighty man 'Cause you're so ooooh
Bertha Lou Bertha Lou
Bertha Lou Gotta get a date with you
If I could hear you moan
On Mr Bell's telephone
Ain't no tellin' what
I'd do Bertha Lou You wear your hair in a poodle cut
You're walkin' down the street like a semi truck
And everybody knows that you're so sweet
You tickle from head to my athlete's feet
Hey hey Bertha Lou I wanna conjugate with you
You know my blood is running' wild
And I know you ain't no child
