Twenty-five pounds of pure cane sugar
  She's got it each and every kiss
  You wouldn't know what I'm talking 'bout
  If you never had a love like this
  Well, I don't mean to be frank with you all
  It's a natural fact
  Good things come wrapped up in small, small packages now
  Well you can't argue with that
  Oh, oh, yeah
  
  Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
  Ninety-nine pounds of soul, oh, oh
  Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
  Ninety-nine pounds of soul
  Twenty-five pounds of tenderness
  She got it each and every touch
  Twenty-five pounds of understanding my woman
  'Cause I was the one running 'round town worrying too much
  Twenty-four pounds of Sunday
  That I can't see, yeah
  And it all adds up to ninety-nine big pounds
  Oh, I'm talking about a feline friend
  
  Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
  Ninety-nine pounds of soul
  Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
  Ninety-nine pounds of soul
  Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
  Ninety-nine pounds of soul
  Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
  Ninety-nine pounds of soul
  Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
  Ninety-nine pounds of soul
  Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
  Ninety-nine pounds of soul