I DIG THAT GAL THE MOST
(R. Pearson)
RONNIE PEARSON (HERALD H-514, 1958)

Oh-o-oh, I dig that girl the most
Oh-o-oh, of her love I wanna boast
She's no square hick, she's a real hip chick
Oh-o-oh, I dig that girl the most
Well, I know she said she was a lovester
And her heart was all for me
I really couldn't believe, that she'd a-ever deceit
And try to make a fool out of me
So, I called her up on the telephone
I said, baby I'm a-sittin' here all alone
Just a-wonderin' if your love is true
'Cause I'm in the mood to have a party with you
Oh-o-oh, I dig that girl the most
Oh-o-oh, of her love I wanna boast
She's no square hick, she's a real hip chick
Oh-o-oh, I dig that girl the most
(Ah, oh yes, go now!)

Oh-o-oh, I dig that girl the most
Oh-o-oh, of her love I wanna boast
She's no square hick, she's a real hip chick
Oh-o-oh, I dig that girl the most
Well, I never saw a woman that's a-half as sweet
And no girl alive has got her beat
Nobody else gets a second look
'Cause she's the number one that's in my book
She must have been sent from the heavens above
Just like Venus, she's a goddess of love
Born here on earth with a heart of gold
And now she's mine to have and hold
Oh-o-oh, I dig that girl the most
Oh-o-oh, of her love I wanna boast
She's no square hick, she's a real hip chick
Oh-o-oh, I dig that girl the most
Oh-o-oh, I dig that girl the most
Oh-o-oh, I dig that girl the most
[Fade]