Fast Talking, Slow Walking

I'm a fast-talking Smooth-walking Hard-living man When I'm on And I'm a wild lover Close brother I like it warm when I come home And ain't it hard to find A guide in this life at all? I'm not alone But I'm feeling lucky 'Cause I've got the dearest Friends of all I'm a fast-moving Hip-shooting Sharp-suited guy When I'm on, oh, yeah Well, it's a hearts-grabber Rough rider You can sit right down Between some coil, yeah Well, ain't it hard to find A friend in this life at all? Well, I'm on a call But I'm feeling lucky 'Cause I've got the dearest Friends of all When the winter's biting down, oh, yeah And your coat can't keep you warm If the rain is slow with you Give me a call Give me a call And I'm a high-stepping Go-getting Know where I'm heading Steady on the road Ah, yeah Don't wanna be too possessive Too aggressive Sometimes you've got You've got to stand up tall Ain't it hard to find A guide in this world at all? I'm on the phone 'Cause I'm feeling lucky 'Cause I've got the dearest Friends of all Well, I'm a fast-talking Smooth-walking Hard-living, hard-living man When I'm on, oh, yeah Well, I'm a no-messing Low-stressing Pink-bellied guy I can't turn on, oh, no Ain't it hard to find A guide in this world at all? That ain't all, though 'Cause I'm feeling lucky 'Cause I've got the dearest Friends of all, mm-hmm Oh, oh, oh, ah, yeah, mm, come on, come on Fast-talking Smooth-walking guy Hard-living Sharp-dressing No-messing Low-swooping No-sleeping A three-pint-drinking Dough-fiending Head-bruising No-fooling Keep on cooling Wild, wild, yeah Wilde lover Cold, cold brother Call me, why don't you call? Call me, call me any time you want Yeah, I've got The dearest friends of all