Data Bank
So, look here mama, umm
I'm feelin' like I, umm
I, umm, kinda want them numbers
So, umm, I don't know
Could I could I call you sometime?
Ooh, ooh
Data bank
I'm feelin' like I wanna put you in my data bank
If you got the love, I got the time (data bank)
Just give me your phone number, I'll drop a dime on ya (data bank)
Think I won't
Hurt me
On the phone, I may be shy (data bank)
I don't know, you wanna you wanna go on a picnic or somethin'
But in living color, I'm a real neat guy (data bank)
Oh
When the other brothers tell you they are better
You better look real close, they might be a bedwetter
Hey
Six feet tall, skinny legs and all
All they really know is basketball
Then I say, give me that phone number
Mama, we can pop all night (doo waa)
I might be small, but so is dynamite
Hey
Ouch (doo waa, doo waa)
And then I say
Hey you, am I gettin' through'
Ha, ha, oww!
Data bank
I'm feelin' like I wanna put you in my data bank
Data bank
Ooh (doo waa, doo waa)
School's in
The teacher got a guitar
If you didn't come to turn it out
Might as well get yo ass in your car
And get on down the road
Get on down the road, yeah
Keep goin', right there, don't
See if, see if the trumpet work
Does it work?
Well, come on
Play
Yeah
I'm feelin' like I wanna put you in my data bank
Brass
Ow
Yeah
Can, can you play it again?
Ow
Ow ow ow
Listen
School's in
The teacher got a saxophone
If you didn't come to turn it out
You might as well leave it alone
Eric.. Leeds, that is
Kid, Movie Star
Funky, nasty
Drives an ugly car
Hold up, hold up
Mark, come on
You're in the wrong key cousin
No, no, wait
Ow
I'm feelin' like I wanna put you in my data bank
What happened to that melody we had?
What if
We just gonna groove
Fine
We just gonna groove or what?
Well, somebody got to solo or somethin?
Hmm, I don't know
One to inch
Think it ain't'
Mark
School's in
The teacher got a funky bass
If you didn't come to turn it out
Get your frail ass out my face
I'm feelin' like I wanna put you in my data bank
I didn't I didn't call the horns
I didn't call the horns
Why y'all got to play 'em?
It's cool, okay, alright, Lisa
I don't wanna hear no horns, I just wanna hear Lisa
Oh, oh, that's dog, that's dog
I didn't call that either
Ok, I quit
No, I'm quittin'
Lisa, stop!
Ok, wait a minute
Susan, fade fade the shit out
See, I know, yeah okay (doo waa, doo waa)
Fade it out
(Data bank)
Writer/s: Prince
