Twenty-five pounds of pure cane sugar  She's got in 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 in 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