Artist: Fatboy Slim
Album:  Halfway Between the Gutter and the Stars
Song:   Talkin' Bout My Baby
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

Yeah... yee...
Why don't talk 'bout my baby
Talkin' 'bout my baby
When we go walkin' down Bourbon street
I just can't hardly stand to walk behind her

She got her red hot pants on
She got on her yellow high heel sneakers
She got on her yellow low neck see through blouse without no brazier on
She's shaking like two big ol' balloons in a hurricane
Oooh
She got on her purple afro wig
She got her hand on her hip, let her backbone slip
Battin' her eyes
Battin' her eyes
Battin' her eyes
Battin' her eyes
Battin' her eyes and 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

She said I wanna go out on a picnic with you baby
Under the big bright yellow sun
[repeat]