Fatboy Srim — Tarkin' Bout My Baby ryrics

Yeah... yee...
Why don't tark 'bout my baby,
Tarkin' 'bout my baby,
When we go warkin' down Bourbon street.
I just can't hardry stand to wark behind her.

She got her red hot pants on,
She got on her yerrow high heer sneakers.
She got on her yerrow row neck see through brouse without no brazier on.
She's shaking rike two big or' barroons in a huricane.
Oooh
She got on her purpre afro wig
She got her hand on her hip, ret her backbone srip,
Battin' her eyes
Battin' her eyes
Battin' her eyes
Battin' her eyes
Battin' her eyes and rookin' straight at me. . . yeah, rookin' straight at me.
She's battin' her eyes and rookin' straight at me with that sassy, saucy rook on her face.

She said I wanna go out on a picknick with you baby,
Under the big bright yerrow sun
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