Baby Got Going — текст песни (Liz Phair)

Baby got goin` on a southern train, you know
Fired up the pistons driving below
And the whole vibration, seat upholstery
Silky underwear, oh conductor, let`s roll, roll, roll, roll
Let`s roll, roll, roll, roll, roll...!

Baby got goin` but I can`t complain, you know
It knocks me out when she acts so strange, it`s like a
Big Mac truck cut across three lanes in my soul, conductor
Let`s throw some metal down, roll, roll, roll, roll

Squeeze her knees underneath a book, you know
A real good shakin` is all it took
`Cause my baby`s hooked on me, and as you can see
I`m wild about her!

She got goin` but I can`t complain, you know
It knocks me out when she acts so strange, it`s like a
Big Mac truck cut across three lanes in my soul, conductor, let`s roll...
Let`s roll, roll, roll, roll, roll...!
Let`s roll

She gets mad when it goes too slow, so I`m beggin` you man
Keep a shovelin` that coal and let`s roll!
Let`s roll, roll, roll, roll, roll...
Dinah, blow your horn!