You've got to change your evil ways, baby Before I start loving, you've got to change, baby And every word that I say is true You've got me running and hiding all over town You've got me sneaking into people and running you down Can't go on, Lord knows you've got to change, baby Baby, when I come home, baby My house is dark and my pots are cold You're hanging around, baby With Gina, Joan and a hula hoop I'm getting tired of waiting and fooling around Find somebody that won't make me feel like a clown Can't go on, Lord knows you've got to change . . . . . . When I come home, baby My house is dark and my pots are cold You're hanging around, baby With Gina, Joan and a hula hoop I'm getting tired of waiting and fooling around Find somebody that won't make me feel like a clown Can't go on . . . . . . . . .