"I want my baby back...baby back....baby back..."
I'll take a double order, with a side of prime rib to munch, while listening to the juke box....
I want my baby back
Gotta have my baby back
I miss her oh so much
Cain't live without her touch
I don't hardly know where to begin.
I remember, we were cruisin' home from the Beatles concert.
I'd had such a wonderful evenin' sittin' there watchin' my baby
screamin' and tearin' her hair out and carryin' on.
She was sooo 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 nuthin'!
Well, we kept drivin' for about another mile when all of a sudden
I see this stalled car right smack in front of me!
Well, I wa'nt about to slam on the brakes 'cause I didn't have
none to start to with.
So I swerved to the left, and what do I see?
Some mush-head, on a motorsickle, headin' right at us!
And I knew at last, me and my baby were about to meet
the leader of the...
Wooooo-haaaaaa!
...pack.
Well, when I come to I looked around,
and there was the leader,
and there was the pack,
And over there was myyy baby.
And over *there* was my baby.
And WAAAY over there was my baby!
I want my baby back
Gotta have my baby back
I miss her oh so much
Cain't live without her touch
It's been many months now since that fateful night,
and you know somethin', I've tried, believe me I have tried -
but I just cain't make it without my baby.
So, I've decided I'm gonna have back her one way or another.
(Shoveling noises, followed by a hollow thumping))
Oh baby, I diiig you so much. A-heh-heh!
Hot dang - pay dirt!
(squeaking of hinges followed by sounds of scrabbling, then more squeaks & thump of lid closing; muffled voice continues) I got my baby back
Now I got my baby back
I love her oh so much
Cain't live without her touch
I got my baby back...
“I want my baby back...baby back....baby back...”
Get in my belly!