Baby Got Going

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 Mack 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!