Lyrics

Spring Chicken
You. Ain’t. No spring chicken
But baby you’re still lookin’ fine
You. Still. Finger-lickin’
So I will show you a good time
I see that your old heart’s still tickin’
Together we can raise a dickens
My no spring chicken finger lickin’ girl

I saw you with your friends at a table
You were lookin’ all dolled up
You’re Not the finest filly in the stable
But baby you could win this cup

Well don’t be shy and act coquettish
I never want to work that hard
Winning races ain’t my fetish
I never want to run that far


You.Ain’t. No spring chicken
But baby you’re still lookin’ fine
You. Still. Finger-lickin’
So I will show you a good time
I see that your old heart’s still tickin’
Together we can raise a dickens
My no spring chicken finger lickin’ girl

Bartender put more whiskey in my jar
It always makes my lines real smooth
I like you as you are so I’m heading to the bar
It’s time for me to make my move

You won’t regret this time well spent
I’ll make you very happy today
Just give me your consent
tomorrow you’ll repent
And Monday I’ll be on my way

You.Ain’t. No spring chicken
But baby you’re still lookin’ fine
You. Still. Finger-lickin’
So I will show you a good time
I see that your old heart’s still tickin’
Together we can raise a dickens
My no spring chicken finger lickin’ girl