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!
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!

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