The Pump Song

Baby baby baby baby baby
How can you tell about me?
And you can’t tell the depth of a well
By the length of the handle on the pump
Baby, how can you tell about me?
And you can’t tell the sound of the bell
By the length of the steeple on the hill
Baby, how can you tell about me?
You know you can’t judge a book by it’s cover
That’s how it is with me, I’m an undercover lover
Give me a chance and you’ll see
And you can’t tell the depth of a well
By the length of the handle on the pump
Baby, how can you tell about me?
Now you can’t tell a bottle by the label
That’s how it is with me
Some folks call me label, give me a chance and you will see
And you can’t tell the depth of a well
By the length of the handle on the pump
Baby, how can you tell about me?
Baby baby baby baby baby
How can you tell about me?