I could do a swan dive, baby, off your lower lip
You're staring down at your feet. I declare, "Hey, sweetness! Get a grip!"
My Suzuki is down the corner. Let's you and me go let 'er rip
You've been on my radar, baby, but I'm afraid your view of me is I'm barely a blip
Cruising under the moon, my young daisy. Have a spoon of this love potion, just one sip
There's all kinds of blues, and this yahoo's got a notion you are blue chip
They could do some BASE jumping, baby, off that ruby red lip
It's a platform for a zipline. Flashing you a V sign, in my harness and my clip
Kids'll skateboard on that lip. They'll ride bikes. Little tykes are gonna learn how to skip
You know what my grandfather would have said? He'd have said, "You're a pip!"
I could do a swan dive, baby. I wager he'd have just one tip:
In order to beat these blues, either me or you is going to wiggle our hip
I could do a swan dive, baby. Then we'll drift down the Mississip
Past Keokuk, St. Louis, and Cairo, our little skiff on a lazy trip
There's some warrants for me in Memphis. My story is one stupendous comic strip
I could do a wicked back flip, if you don't tuck in that lower lip
Let's hightail it up to the quarry. What say furthermore we go skinny dip?
In order to beat these blues, I'm gonna need to use some salesmanship