I'm tired of these girlie magazines

I want to stop dreamin'

And get back home to the real thing

Late last night I read the letter you sent

Woke up this morning under a tent

Uh huh we've got a whole lotta lovin' to do

I'm tired of these girlie magazines

I want to stop dreamin'

And get back home to the real thing

Late last night I read the letter you sent

Woke up this morning under a tent

Uh huh we've got a whole lotta lovin' to do

My mini bar's empty but I'm still alive

I'm all alone but my bed's

Big enough for a party of five

Tossing and turning until a quarter to three

Can't get to sleep without watching TV

Uh huh we've got a whole lotta lovin' to do

Uh huh we've got a whole lotta lovin' to do

Oh it's been weeks since I've seen you

I'm hoping that you mean it

When you tell me that you understand

But there's one little thing that I'm worried about

I hope that you remember who I am

Oh it's been weeks since I've seen you

I'm hoping that you mean it

When you tell me that you understand

But there's one little thing that I'm worried about

I hope that you remember who I am

Everybody else is holding hands

I'm here lonely playing around

With my microphone stand

But I'm coming home only one more week

The first three days we won't get no sleep

Uh huh we've got a whole lotta lovin' to do

Uh huh we've got a whole lotta lovin' to do

Uh huh whole lotta lovin' to do

Uh huh whole lotta lovin whole lotta lovin' to do

Uh huh whole lotta lovin' whole lotta lovin' to do

We've got a whole lotta lovin'

Whole lotta lovin whole lotta lovin to do