This is the story about a poet I know

He takes it easy and he talks real slow

They call him Lazy, but when push come to shove

Lazy goes crazy for a real hot love

Dirty jeans and a whiskey pour

He whispers quoth the raven "nevermore"

The poet sat back with his whisky pour and he said, he said

Please don't groove in the middle of my love connection

I've been waiting all night just to move in this general direction

Please don't groove in the middle of my love connection

I've been waiting all night just to move in this general direction

Hot Love, sweet nectar above

She's either queen of the mean or she's straight as a dove

Carefully choose the words you say

You'll be getting Hot Love in every single way

Lazy knew what he had to do

And all the other poets were calling in to

The poet sat back with his whiskey pour and he said, he said

Please don't groove in the middle of my love connection

I've been waiting all night just to move in this general direction

Please don't groove in the middle of my love connection

I've been waiting all night just to move in this general direction