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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show
Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show
Performer
Ron Haffkine
Ron Haffkine
Conductor
Dennis Locorriere
Dennis Locorriere
Vocals
Jay David
Jay David
Drums
Bill Francis
Bill Francis
Keyboards
Ray Sawyer
Ray Sawyer
Vocals
George Cummings
George Cummings
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shel Silverstein
Shel Silverstein
Composer
Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show
Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show
Arranger
Ron Haffkine
Ron Haffkine
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Haffkine
Ron Haffkine
Producer
George Engfer
George Engfer
Engineer
Mike Fusaro
Mike Fusaro
Engineer
MIKE LARNER
MIKE LARNER
Engineer
George Horn
George Horn
Engineer
Steve Freidman
Steve Freidman
Engineer
Glen Kolotkin
Glen Kolotkin
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Ever' mornin', won't you wake up early cook me a great big T-bone steak? Serve it to me in bed go on the street and hustle bring me back all the money you make (Tell her) Won't you rub my body with sweet-scented oil, cool me with a 'lectric fan? Run to the church fall down on your knees say "Lord I wanna thank you for that man" And I'll call that true love, true and sweet That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' But baby that's the kind of love I need Huh, you looking here now (get up baby, come on) I wanna come home every evenin' to a great big meal of wine and roasted pheasant I want you to say to me "Ray, hey this is Susy, this is Kay, I brought 'em both home to you for a present" When "The man" downs his soul and find my stash, won't you tell 'em it belongs to you? And when you're sittin' in the slam tell all the other chickies when they get out they should look me up too And I'll call that true love, true and sweet That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' But baby that's the kind of love I need Hey man you got a cigarette? (Hey you get away from here now) alright baby Some guy accuses me of foolin' with his wife threatens to take me apart Points a gun at me, I want you to jump in the middle and take the bullet in your own heart And as you're lyin' on the floor and dyin', I want you to look up at me and say "Hey Ray I'm sorry I messed up your rug, just roll my body out of the way" And I'll call that true love, true and sweet That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' But baby that's the kind of love I need Hollywood calls you on the telephone I want you to turn down the part And when we're ballin' baby, ride on top so I never ever strain my heart And I'll call that true love, true and sweet That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' (hey baby, hey baby you know the kind of love I'm gettin' right) That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' (no kind baby) That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' (but I don't need it, I don't need but) That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' (I'm proud of you men, you won me four square) That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' (I'm not sticking around baby, take it that's it) That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin' (don't worry I'm alright, I'm alright)
Writer(s): Shel Silverstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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