Well, you hear about all these women
Raising about their funky, funky, funky, funky men
Theyve got some trifling husbands
Lord knows, theyve got a lot of no good friends
All these fretting women sitting around the house
All day long and they are wondering
When their loving papas are ever coming home
Wild women never worry, wild women never, never, they never worry
I got a sweet disposition, gonna wear my very own
I aint never gonna spend not one lonely night at home all alone
I can go out, drink all the courvoisier I can find
Walk the streets all night alone
And I can tell any man to go to Hell if that man dont
Know how to act right
Wild women, we dont never worry,
wild women never, never get the blues
Well, you fellas aint ever gonna get nothing
If you keep acting like an Angel, child
Give it up tonights a real, real good night
Yall gotta learn how to get to together well
Cause Ill tell you one more thing, Francine never tells a lie
Wild women will be the first ones, Lord to learn how to fly
Wild women never worry,
wild women dont get the blues, yeah, yeah, yeah