Layin round home with the ballgame on feeling fairly fine Blackberry Jam is cookin in the pan and the jam and the cook are mine I like my honey from the hives of home and berrys from my own vine I like to get my lovin’ while i got it on my mind My dog is a sleep at my bare feet it’s a good day for layin around Just her and me on a saturdee Everybodys gone to town We’ve been workin hard and she gets tired That puts me in a bind Cause’ I like to get my lovin’ while i got it on my mind Then she looks at me and I can see That old familar look And the jam is sweet as she lowers the heat To give it time to cook Then I lock the door and across the floor To my queen of womankind yeah I like to get my lovin’ while i got it on my mind Now boys dont you be ramblin’ free And leavin your girls to cry Cause the nights are cold and there aint no gold   That’ll ever satisfy And there aint no joy that’ll come to you boys Like the kind I know that’s mine Then I go right on in there and love her while i got it on my mind I like to get my lovin’ while i got it on my mind