Nefertiti came out west in a stolen limousine
Twenty dollars to her name and a walk like you ain't never seen
She moved in to number eight with just a bottle in her hand
An old radio wrapped up in its core and no particular plan
I watched her in the hallway, she blew me a little kiss
And said, hey baby, what's a boy like you doing in a place like this?
And she said, well I hate to be the one to have to give you the news
But this world ain't nothing but a one-way ticket to the blues
And she said, baby, she said, baby
Baby, can you help me find a soul to stay sound?
On this old radio
And we can't steal a little salvation
If you got a place to go
Baby, can you help me find a soul to stay sound?
I'm feeling kind of low
And if you use your, use your imagination
Baby, I dance just like
Bridgette Barlow
I was sweeping a warehouse floor across town, midnight to eight
If my ship was ever coming in, sure was dark and late
Nefertiti was dancing six nights at a club just off the strip
I'm feeling kind of low
She'd work with me for breakfast
I'd help her count up all her tips
She'd stuff some money in my pocket
And say, baby, go back home
Now what's she trying to prove, oh
In this city all alone?
Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news
But this world ain't nothing but a one-way ticket to the blues
But this world ain't nothing but a one-way ticket to the blues
Then she'd say, baby
She said, baby
Baby, can you help me find a soul to stay sound?
On this old radio
And we can't steal a little salvation
If you got no place else to go
Oh, baby, can you help me find a soul to stay sound?
I'm feeling kind of low
And if you use your
Use your imagination
I'm feeling kind of low
Baby, I dance just like
Brigitte Bardot
And I said, yeah, just like
Brigitte Bardot
She'd say, baby
She'd say, baby
She'd say, baby
Mama must be worried sick about you
She'd make me send home letters every
About every month or so
So I'd be there writing at her
Writing at her kitchen table
And Nefertiti'd be dancing to the sweet soul music
Playing on her radio
Mama wants to rock you, rock you slow



To the sweet soul music on the radio
Mama wants to rock you, rock you slow
To the sweet soul music on the radio
Mama wants to rock you, rock you slow
To the sweet soul music on the radio
Mama wants to rock you, rock you slow
To the sweet soul music on the radio
Mama wants to rock you, rock you slow
To the sweet soul music on the radio


On the radio
Mama wants to rock you
You rock your slug
To the sweet soul music
On the radio
Mama wants to rock you
Rock your slug
To the sweet soul music
On the radio
Mommy wants to rock you
You rock your slug
To the sweet soul music
On the radio
She said, baby
Baby, she said, baby, baby, can you help me find a soul station on this old radio?
And we can feel a little salvation if you got no place else to go.
No place else to go.
Oh, baby, can you help me find a soul station?
I'm feeling kind of low.
And if you use your, use your imagination, baby, I dance just like Bridgette Bardot.
She said, baby, I dance just like Bridgette Bardot.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Nefertiti came out west in a stolen limousine.