Selfish Gene - Walter Becker

Sweet little baby from the hills somewhere

Here’s a pretty lovebud for your hair

Itty bitty girl sippin' Grenadine

Look who’s talking to Selfish Gene

There’s a place way down in Brentwood

Out to Georgio’s we all g’wine

The maître ‘d's gonna take care of everything

He’s a personal friend of mine

What a prize you are

Honey don’t you scratch my new car

Selfish Gene he’s one in a million

A safe harbor in every storm

Many call but few are chosen

Hey pretty baby let’s have a little fun

The Pinot is flowing and the night’s still young

Over and above and behind and between

Make a little party for Selfish Gene

Steady girl let me grab on your wig hat

Down in the corncrib we shall go

No brains no regrets no worries

Hidey hi hidey hey hidey ho

Kundalini now!

Baby let me show you how

Selfish Gene don’t lick no Manolos

He don’t argue — he don’t ask twice

Selfish Gene don’t serve two masters

Why

Must every time I turn my ship around

Some bastard come

And knock my skyline down

I guess that’s everything I suppose

The playdate’s over and the case is closed

Tell me momma that I didn’t do right

To have a little something on Amateur Night

I feel sure that we’ll meet again sometime

Don’t see why and I don’t know when

Maybe I’ll catch you down at the daily

If you haven’t moved on by then

Take a dollar from the drawer

Daddy’s got a whole lot more

Selfish Gene needs clarity and closure

This is his house and that’s your cab

You need a hug — now don’t be bashful

Do yourself and your friend a favor

You don’t bargain with Selfish Gene

Selfish Gene don’t take no prisoners