Every Man Needs a Woman by Paul Revere and the Raiders Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ev'ry man needs a woman
Ev'ry woman needs a man
When there's trials and trouble
They hold each other's hand
They make the world go 'round
The sun shine above
You know I'm talkin' 'bout mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
You know I'm talkin' 'bout love
[Verse 2]
Ev'ry girl needs a boyfriend
Ev'ry boy should have a girl
If you don't share some joy, friend
It's just an empty world
You could find yourself a-fallin'
With just a little shove
You know I'm talkin' 'bout mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
Know I'm talkin' 'bout love
[Bridge]
And do you doubt
That there's anything better?
If you find out
Won't you give me a call or write me a letter?
[Verse 3]
Ev'rybody knows
About the birds and the bees
It makes a woman talk low
And a boy say, "Please"
Well, the Cupid let fly
From the sky above
Oh, you know I'm talkin' 'bout mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
Know I'm talkin' 'bout love
[Saxophone Solo]
Oh, whoa
[Organ Solo]
C'mon, Bobby, now
Some of that Memphis, boy
That is fine
Makes me smile ev'ry time
[Outro]
Chips left four thousand seven dollar forty-two
Who loves you? I do
Ev'ry man needs a woman
Ev'ry woman needs a man
When there's trials and trouble
They hold each other's hand
They make the world go 'round
The sun shine above
You know I'm talkin' 'bout mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
You know I'm talkin' 'bout love
[Verse 2]
Ev'ry girl needs a boyfriend
Ev'ry boy should have a girl
If you don't share some joy, friend
It's just an empty world
You could find yourself a-fallin'
With just a little shove
You know I'm talkin' 'bout mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
Know I'm talkin' 'bout love
[Bridge]
And do you doubt
That there's anything better?
If you find out
Won't you give me a call or write me a letter?
[Verse 3]
Ev'rybody knows
About the birds and the bees
It makes a woman talk low
And a boy say, "Please"
Well, the Cupid let fly
From the sky above
Oh, you know I'm talkin' 'bout mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
Know I'm talkin' 'bout love
[Saxophone Solo]
Oh, whoa
[Organ Solo]
C'mon, Bobby, now
Some of that Memphis, boy
That is fine
Makes me smile ev'ry time
[Outro]
Chips left four thousand seven dollar forty-two
Who loves you? I do