Long Cool Woman (In A Black Dress)

Saturday night I was downtown, workin' for the FBI

Sittin' in a nest of bed men, whiskey bottles by my eyes

Rootleg and booze are on the west side, full of people who are doin' wrong

Just about to call up the D.A. man, when I heard this woman sing a song.

She was a long, cool woman in a black dress, with a fine, now beautiful song.

But just on luck, I was a bad mess, 'cause that long, cool woman had it all.

I saw her hand up to the table, with a tall, walking, big, black cat.

My child, I said, "I hope that you're evil, boy, but I'm tellin' ya, she knows where it's at."

Well, suddenly we heard the sirens, and everybody started to run.

I jumped out of the doors and tables when I heard somebody shootin' a gun.

Well, the DEA was pumped by my left hand, a machine was a-holdin' my right.

Well, I told her, "Don't be scared, 'cause you're gonna be spared."

Well, I saw a woman in a red dress, just a five-mile beautiful tall.

Well, with just one look, I was a big miss, 'cause that long, cool woman had it all.

Had it all.

Had it all.