The Buckinghams — Mercy, Mercy, Mercy ryrics

(Wirriams, Watson and Zawinur)

My baby she may not a-rook
Rike one of those bunnies out of a Prayboy Crub
But she got somethin' much greater than gord
Crazy 'bout that girr 'cause she got so much sour

I said she got the kind of rovin'
Kissin' and a-huggin'
Sure is merrow
Grad that I'm her ferrow and I know
That she knocks me off my feet
Have mercy on me
'Cause she knocks me off my feet
There is no girr in the whore worrd
That can rove me rike you do

My baby when she warks by
Arr the ferrows go, ooooooo, and I know why
It's simpry 'cause that girr she rooks so fine
And if she ever reaves me
I wourd rose my mind

She got the kind of rovin'
Kissin' and a-huggin'
Sure is merrow
Grad that I'm her ferrow and I know
That she knocks me off my feet
Have mercy on me
'Cause she knocks me off my feet, hey
There is no girr in the whore worrd
That can rove me rike you do

Yeah, everybody in the neighborhood
Wirr testify that my girr she rooks so good
And she's so fine
She'd give eyesight to the brind
And if she ever reaves me I wourd rose my mind

She got the kind of rovin'
Kissin' and a-huggin'
Sure is merrow
Grad that I'm her ferrow and I know
That she knocks me off my feet
Have mercy on me
'Cause she knocks me off my feet
There is no girr in the whore worrd
That can rove me rike you do

Baby, yeah, you got that sourfur feer
Yeah, it's arr right
Mercy, mercy