I want my baby backGotta have my baby back
I miss her, oh, so much
Can't live without her touch
I don't hardly know where to begin.
I remember we were cruising home
from the Beatles concert.
I'd had such a wonderful evening
sitting there watching my baby screaming
and tearing her hair out, and carrying on.
She was so 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 nothing.
Well, we kept driving for about another mile
when all of a sudden I see this stalled car
right smack in front of me.
Well, I wasn't about to slam on the brakes
'cause I didn't have none to start with.
So I swerved to the left
and what do I see,
some mushhead on a motorcycle headin' right at us
and I knew, at last,
me and my baby were about to meet
the leader of the <<crashing sounds>> pack.
Well, when I come to, I looked around
and there was the leader
and there was the pack
and over there was my baby
and over there was my baby
and way over there was my baby.
I want my baby back
Gotta have my baby back
I miss her, oh, so much
Can't live without her touch
It's been many months now since that fateful night
and you know something? I've tried.
Believe me, I have tried
but I just can't make it without my baby.
So, I've decided I'm going to have her back
one way or another.
Oh, baby, I dig you so much.
Hot dang! Pay dirt!
I've got my baby back
Now, I've got my baby back
I love her, oh, so much
Can't live without her touch
I've got my baby back
