Bette Midler Daytime Hustler Lyrics

Daytime Husler, you’re out of line.

Don’t ya try to change my mind!

Don’t you try.

You see, I ain’t no fool.

No, I can tell,

oh, baby, you ain’t my kind!

My ki-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-hi-hi-hind!

I’m in love with a down-home man.

Simple lovin’ I can understand.

I’ve been hustled by the best of them,

and you ain’t nothing but a crazy man.

Hustler.

Oh, daytime hustler, you better look away.

Because I won’t play your game no more.

No, no more, no.

You spend all of your money

on those other women

who are blind enough to buy your shame.

All your sha-a-a-a-a-ame, oh, oh, oh.

Fancy money doesn’t buy my love!

Flashy Cadillacs won’t make me f-ck!

I been hustled by the best of them,

and you ain’t nothing but a crazy man.

Hustler, hustler,

hustler, hustler,

ooh, hustler,

hustler, baby, oh!

Whoa! Daytime Hustler!

Ooh, what did you say?

I say you’re a jive, jive dude.

Yes, I do. Yes, I do.

you just don’t, you just don’t,

ya just don’t know

that you are really,

you’re really not too cool.

And I believe your mind is slow.

Oh, oh, oh.

I’m in love with a down-home man.

Simple lovin’ I can understand.

I’ve been hustled by the best of them,

and you ain’t nothing but a crazy, crazy man.

Hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler,

hustler, hustler, hustler baby.

Oh, hustler. Oh, hustler. Oh, hustler.

Hustler baby . . .