Talking Bout My Baby - Fatboy Slim

Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Woah yeah talkin' 'bout my baby

Talkin' 'bout my baby

When she goes walkin' down Bourbon street

I just can’t hardly stand to walk behind her

Shes got her red hot pants on

She got on her yellow high heeled sneakers

She got on a yellow low neck see through blouse

Without her brassiere on

She’s shakin' like two big ol' balloons 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

She’s battin' her eyes and lookin' straight at me

With that sassy, saucy look on her face

Shit son, yeah

I want to go out on a picnic with you, baby

Out under the big bright yellow sun

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

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