Mark Volman (vocals)
Howard Kaylan (vocals)
Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
George Duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin Lickert (bass)
Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim Pons (vocals)

Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan:
Ooh, the way you love me, lady,
I get so hard now I could die.
Ooh, the way you love me, sugar,
I get so hard now I could die.

Open up your pocketbook,
get another quarter out,
drop it in the meter, mama
and try me on for size.
Open up your pocketbook,
get another quarter out,
drop it in the meter, mama
and try me on for size.

Ooh, the way you squeeze me, baby,
red balloons just pop behind my eyes.
Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl,
red balloons just pop behind my eyes.

Open up your pocketbook,
get another quarter out,
drop it in the meter, mama
and try me on for size.
Open up your pocketbook,
get another quarter out,
drop it in the meter, mama
and try me on for size.

Mark Volman:
Do you really wanna please me?

Howard Kaylan:
Y'know I do ... baby.

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Well, tell me why you do it...
I really wanna know.

Howard Kaylan:
Oh no no, I wouldn't be right
for me to tell ya tonight...

Mark Volman:
You better tell me right away
or I'll dress up and go.

Howard Kaylan:
Don't get mad... it ain't no big thing.

Mark Volman:
You better tell me right away,
don't you treat me cold!

Howard Kaylan:
HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT!

Well, there are a lot of reasons
why I'd drag a girl such as
yourself back to this plastic
hotel room ... and rip you off for
spare change to run a ...to run a
vibrating machine attached to this
queen-size, bulk-purchase,
kapok-infested,
do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of
- l aw type bed and, and make you
take off all your little clothes
... until you are nearly stark
raving nude. ( save for your
chrome-with-heavy-
duty-leather-thong Peace
Medallion) and make you assume a
series of marginally erotic poses
involving a plastic chair and an
old guitar strap while I did a
wee-wee in your hair ... and beat
you with a pair of tennis shoes I
got from Jeff Beck...