Talking Bout My Baby

Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah woah yeah talkin' 'bout my baby talkin' 'bout my baby When she goes walkin down bourban street i just can't hardly stand to walk behind her shes got a red hot pants on she got on her yellow high heeled sneakers she got on a yellow low neck see through blouse without her brasier on she's shakin like two big ole baloons in a hurricane ooooh, she's got on a purple afro wig She got a hand on her hip, lettin' her back bone slip battin her eye, battin her eye battin her eye, battin her eye battin her eye n' lookin straight at me, yeah, lookin' straight at me Shes battin her eyes and lookin straight at me with that sa*sy, saucy look on her face She Said yeah. I want to go out on a picnic with you baby, out under the big bright yellow son She said i wanna go out on a picnic with you baby Out under the big bright yellow sun under the big bright yellow sun (repeat to fade out)