I Want My Baby Back

Jimmy Cross

 

I want my baby back

Gotta have my baby back

I miss her oh so much

Can’t live without her touch

 

[Spoken]

I don’t hardly know where to begin.  I remember we were cruising home from the Beatles concert.  I’d had such a wonderful evening, sitting there watching my baby screaming, and tearing her hair out, and carrying on.  She was so full of life.  Then, well, we were about three miles from home when all of a sudden it started to rain.  And I do mean rain.  I couldn’t hardly see nothing.  Well, we kept driving for about another mile when all of a sudden I see this stalled car right smack in front of me.  Well, I wasn’t about to slam on the brakes ‘cause I didn’t have none to start with.  So I swerved to the left.  And what do I see—some mushhead on a motorcycle headin’ right at us.  And I knew at last me and my baby were about to meet the leader of the…

[Crash sounds]

…pack

 

Well, when I come to, I looked around

And there was the leader

And there was the pack

And over there was my baby

And over there was my baby

And way over there was my baby

 

I want my baby back

Gotta have my baby back

I miss her oh so much

Can’t live without her touch

 

[Spoken]

It’s been many months now since that fateful night.  And you know something, I’ve tried.  Believe me, I have tried.  But I just can’t make without my baby.  So I’ve decided I’m going to have her back one way or another.  Oh, baby, I dig you so much.  Hot dang, pay dirt.

 

[Digging and creaking]

 

I’ve got my baby back

Now, I’ve got my baby back

I love her oh so much

Can’t live without her touch

I’ve got my baby back

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