I tell ya she's a heart breaker And you can't tell me she ain't There's a little devil in her Under all that powder and paint And she can hang you up every night And get you so uptight She's ninety nine pounds, I said ninety nine pounds, She's ninety nine pounds of some kind of dynamite I tell you half a ton of sugar ain't half as sweet as her She can change and rearrange you Till you can't tell what you were And it don't even pay to fight 'Cause she don't know wrong from right She's ninety nine pounds, I said ninety nine pounds, She's ninety nine pounds of some kind of dynamite And she may look like an angel But she's made out of TNT She's a little bitty thing and she ???? Yeah but when she holds you tight She's some kind of outta sight She's ninety nine pounds, I said ninety nine pounds, I said ninety nine pounds of some kind of dynamite I said ninety nine pounds, I said ninety nine pounds,