Lyrics Bernadine - Lon Bové

Hey Bernadine
You're the very best thing that i've ever seen
Hey Bernadine
How come you never learned how to be mean
You can ask anyone in the neighborhood
I've got a heart that's bound to treat you good
Hey bernadine. Come on over and talk to me
She drives a car that's made in the usa
Her dog won't bite if he has a bad day
And she'll dance all night if the band knows how to play
She bites her nails at the picture show
And if it's fishin' time she's ready to go
Nobody is burnin it up like bernadine
Hey Bernadine
You're the very best thing that i've ever seen
Hey Bernadine
How come you never learned how to be mean
You can ask anyone in the neighborhood
I've got a heart that's bound to treat you good
Hey Bernadine. Come on over and talk to me
Well i heard this song about the girls from california
By these boys who couldn't surf to save their life
Though they lied about that too
She's exception to the rule
Nobody is burnin it up like bernadine
She don't strut like a beauty queen
But she can stop a train in her old blue jeans
Nobody is burnin' me up like bernadine
Looks in your eyes when she says hello
Her favorite horn is the slide trombone
Nobody is burnin it up like bernadine