Helpin’ Hand (Song Lyric)

I had just finished introducing Wif to this song, as is clear, even tho I composed it, as a first performance this was pretty disastrous but we had fun!

At the end of ever’ day, I get a worried mind.
Ev’ry thing in disarray, an’ I got no time.
Need a little relaxin’, sure you understand,
won’tcha come on over babe, gimme a helpin’ hand?
How, how, how, how!!

I’m not gonna pretend dear, I had ma eyes on you.
Talked wid ma friend here, he told me what t’do.
Gotta tell ya my problems, as we lay down to rest;
an’ in the morning the solution – will be on my chest.
How, how, how, how!!

When you are in a bad zone, I can recommend,
some time alone, wid your best friend.
You can have a Han Solo, on Darth Vader’s head,
make a hostage’f your sausage, ’til the happy end!
How, how, how, how!!

When you are in a crisis, close to despair,
grip your mister wid your fist sir, that’ll get you there.
An’ if you have a lady friend, who’s cool an’ you dig,
avoid embarrassment – check her hands ain’t too big!
How, how, how, how!!

I was walkin’ down de road, an’ made a dirty dog run;
well he was lickin’ his, you know? Man he was workin’ that tongue.
Then I got to wonder, and I’ll tell you this,
that dawg he keep a lickin’, ‘cos he cain’t make a fist!
How, how, how, how!!

I’s gonna need a helpin’ hand when this song is sung;
gonna make a big stand, for the job to be done.
I’ll do what I can honey, to help you through it,
It’s a har(n)d job babe, an’ someone’s gotta do it!
How, how, how, how!!