EVERYBODY'S TRYING TO BE MY BABY
By Carl Lee Perkins

Well they took some honey from a tree
Dressed it up when they called it me.
Everybody's trying to be my baby, everybody's trying to be my baby,
Everybody's trying to be my baby now.

Woke up last night, half past four,
Fifty women knocking on my door.

When out last night, I didn't stay late.
'Fore I'm home I had a nineteen dates.