Songtexte: Shel Silverstein. Lemme Be Somethin'.

Now... If I can't be your hotdog,
Lemme be your little weiner.
Baby... If I can't be your regular man,
Lemme be your in between-er.
And if I can't be your human torch,
Lemme be your submarin-er.
Well, hey...
Baby, don't you leave me this way...
Lemme be somethin'.

Yeah... If I can't be your Abercrombie bitch,
Lemme be your five and ten-er.
If I can't be your all-the-time,
Lemme be your now-and-then-ner.
And if I can't be your now-and-then
Lemme be your you-tell-me-when-ner.
Mmmmm.... hey,
Baby, don't you leave me this way...
Lemme be somethin'.

And if I can't be your datenut bread,
Lemme be your soda cracker.
And if I can't be your boom-a-dee boom,
Lemme be your clickity clacker.
And if I can't be your seven-course meal,
Lemme be your midnight snacker.
Yeah...
Baby, don't you leave me this way...
Lemme be somethin'.

Yeah, if I can't be your la-dee-da,
Lemme be your flirty-flirty.
And if I can't be your orchestra,
Lemme be your little hurdy gurdy.
And if I can't be your Mr. Clean,
Lemme be your Mr. Dirty.
Oh, hey...
Baby, don't you leave me this way...
Lemme be somthin'.

Hey, if I can't be your Sunday man,
Lemme be your Monday action.
Well.. if I can't be your big big show,
Lemme be your coming attraction.
And if I can't be your coming attraction,
Lemme be your momentary satisfaction.
Well, hey...
Baby, don't you leave me this way...
Lemme be somethin'.

If I can't be your bombardier,
Let me be your tail gunner.
If I can't be your serious love,
Lemme be your just-for-funner.
And if I can't be your big collision.
Lemme be your hit-and-runner.
Yeah, well hey...
Baby, don't you leave me this way...
Lemme be somethin'.