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Lyrics: Nat King Cole. I Think You Get What I Mean.

My grammar ain't so good
And I've got no Ph.D
But there's more important things
Than a college degree

I think you get what I mean
I think you get what I mean
Your chick is all that matters
I think you get what I mean

There are ways to keep her happy
Ways to lose a tune
I don't take advice of no one
I know just what to do

I think you get what I mean
I think you get what I mean
Your chick is all that matters
I think you get what I mean

You give her lots of kisses
And dine her with good food
Work to keep her cheerful
And in a loving mood

I think you get what I mean
I think you get what I mean
Your chick is all that matters
I think you get what I mean

There're times when she'll stay out late
And you'll be feeling blue
Go on out and have a ball, son
She'll come running back to you

I think you get what I mean
I think you get what I mean
Have yourself a ball
I think you get what I mean