Here's a funky little number that actually was written over a period of almost 20 years. Sometimes, pieces of songs stay in my head but never really get written until some sort of catalyst moves it to paper and chord.

Where do you want to go?

You’ve got me burning for your loving like a chicken in the oven
and I don’t even know your name
You got the styling that keeps a body smiling
and you put all the others to shame
when you pass me by in your funky clothes,
My eyes they get, lord, an overdose
Some day lady, my California (or Pocatello) lady
I’m a-gonna make you mine

My heart starts aching, my knees begin to shaking
whenever I see you around
I ain’t got no money, but listen to me honey
to what I’m putting down
I go banana wackies when you pass my way
You are my kind of sunshine on a cloudy day
Some day lady, my California (or Pocatello) lady
I’m a-gonna make you mine

bridge

There’s been times, right on the spot
I wanted to ask you out
but my tongue got tied in a boy scout knot
I’m a teapot without a spout

You’ve got me churning and a yearning, my head keeps on a turning
I can’t think of a single word to say
My mouth is full of custard, and I just can’t cut the mustard
but I’m going to have to find another way
I’d like to be-bop-alou ya, shake you on down
I’m like a Duncan yoyo ‘bout to hit the ground
Some day lady, my California (or Pocatello) lady
I’m a-gonna make you mine