The Pump Song

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

How can you tell about me?

And you can't tell the depth of the well

By the length of the handle on the pump

Baby, how can you tell about me?

And you can't tell 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 its cover

That's how it is with me, mm, I'm an undercover lover

Give me a chance and you'll see

And you can't tell the depth of the 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 the well

By the length of the handle on the pump

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

How can you tell about me?