Talking Bout My Baby

Ahhhhhhhhh Wah yeah, talking bout my baby, Talking 'bout my baby, When she go walking down Bourbon Street I just can't understand as I walk behind her She got red hot pants on She got on a low-neck see through blouse with no brassier on She shaking like two big old balloons in a hurricane She got a purple afro She got her hand on her hip Better not let her slip Battering her eyes Looking straight at me yeah She's battering her eyes And looking straight at me with that sassy saucy look on her face She's beside me I want to go out on a picnic with you baby Out under the big bright yellow sun She said I want to go out on a picnic with you baby Out under the big bright yellow sun Out under the big bright yellow sun Out under the big bright yellow sun Out under the big bright yellow sun