| Yes I’m looking for a chick |
| That only drinks lemonade |
| Yes I’m looking for a chick |
| That only drinks lemonade |
| I haven’t found one yet |
| But I been told that a few was made |
| Now you know the type |
| And I know 'em too |
| They stand at the bar drinking ten cent brew |
| You ask them what they’re drinking |
| Though you already know |
| They’ll say whiskey every time to make you spend your dough |
| That’s why I’m looking for a gal |
| That only drinks lemonade |
| I haven’t found one yet |
| But I been told that a few was made |
| I met a gal I thought was so fine |
| I begged her to please, please baby be mine |
| I took her out one thursday night |
| She got two shots of joy juice |
| And was ready to fight |
| That’s why I’m looking for a gal |
| That only drinks lemonade |
| I haven’t found one yet |
| But I been told that a few was made |
| Now whiskey’s too powerful |
| For a woman’s frame |
| It’ll make some of them simple |
| And it makes other chicks insane |
| It can make a girl, weighing one hundred and four, |
| Feel so powerful she could think she could even whip you |
| This I know to be a solid fact |
| Cause I fell for one |
| A little while back |
| She was so sweet |
| At the start of the night |
| But after two drinks |
| Was nothing right |
| That’s I’m looking for a chick |
| That only drinks lemonade |
| I’m tired of being broke |
| The day after I get paid |