[ Featuring The Blues Cowboys ]
We got plenty of time
We got plenty of room
We got imagination
It's bound to happen soon
Moving on over
Nothing else I can do
Something inside is calling
So I'm moving on over to you
I use to spend my Friday nights
Hanging with jiggling Jill
But then she quit wearing her skirts so tight
And sold her coupe deville
Moving on over
Nothing else I can do
Something inside is calling
So I'm moving on over to you
I used to long for Lizzy
The girl with the black cat eyes
But she just wouldn't do right
When the time to scratch arrived
Moving on over
Nothing else I can do
Something inside is calling
So I'm moving on over to you
Do let me down
I won't let you down
They say you can have a good time in this town
I've always loved a woman
Who wears her lipstick right
Tells you she knows her way around
Can show you all the sights
Moving on over
Nothing else I can do
Something inside is calling
So I'm moving on over to you
