Whole Lotta Rosie (Live At The Marquee Club, London / 1987) Lyrics

(Angus!)
(Angus!)
(Angus!)

Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know
When it all comes to lovin'
She steal the show
Ain't exactly pretty
Ain't exactly small
Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six
You could say she's got it all

I never had a woman
Never had a woman like you
Doing all the things
Doing all the things you do
Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin and bone
But, you give it all you got
Weighing in at nineteen stone

You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman-man-man-man-man-man
Yeah

Honey, you can do it
Do it to me all night long
Only one to turn
Only one to turn me on
All through the night time
And right around the clock
Ooh! To my surprise
Rosie never stops

You are a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
And you're a whole lotta woman-man-man-man-man-man
Yeah

You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
You're a whole lotta woman-man-man-man-man-man
Yeah

Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie