Ya Ya (next To Me) Lyrics - Steve Forbert

Hey, what's a boy to do, ya, ya? 

What's a boy to do, baby? 

What's a boy to do? 

I wanna be with you, ya, ya 

I wanna be with you, baby 

I wanna be with you 

Yeah, it's a big old world that we're living 

With so cruel and crazy ways 

It's a small little world that we live in 

It's getting smaller everyday 

I want you next to me, ya ya, say, ya 

Next to me 

Hey, you come from New Orleans, ya, ya 

You come from New Orleans, baby 

You come from New Orleans 

Yeah, you with you boots and jeans, ya, ya 

You with your boots and jeans, baby 

You with your boots and jeans 

I know you roll them horses 

Fast and free when you were somewhere around eighteen 

Now you're look back at New York City 

Baby, it's a whole another knock down scene 

I want you next to me, ya, ya, say, ya 

Sitting next to me 

Little girl, you with your long blonde hair baby 

Little girl, yes, I saw you standing there 

And I don't stop till I stop, stood and stare 

I want you next to me, ya, ya, say, ya 

Next to me, alright, alright 

You in blue bayou, ya, ya 

You with you blue bayou 

You with you blue bayou 

Yeah, you got the kisses too, ya ya 

You got the kisses too, baby 

You got the kisses too 

And when I walk with you 

And when I talk with you 

I feel like something's surely right 

I want you close to me and it's supposed to be 

I mean completely day and night 

I want you next to me, ya ya, say, ya 

Next to me, oh woah, woah, woah 

Next to me, ya, ya, say, ya 

Next to me 

Alright, alright, alright, alright 

Alright, alright, alright 

Next to me