I know a man: He's on our street
He don't do nothing: But eat and sleep

Now he's a man: That I would love to meet
He's always dressed up: And out in the street

Now he don't drink whiskey: Nothing sweet
When it comes to pretty women: He sure loves to meet

I'm hot as the devil*: I walk about the street
All that: To the sweet man's feet

Now he's a man: Has a copper good to eat
He always looks good: From his head to his feet

Now when he walks into a place: And takes his seat
His ways and actions: Is hard to beat