paroles de chanson Walkin' My Baby Back Home - Chubby Checker , Bobby Rydell

Well, Bobby it′s getting late
Time to wrap it up and go home
You know, Chub, I've a ball
Beat you Bobby, it is too much
Hey, can i give you a lift?
No, thanks bobby
I′m meeting my girl and Im going to walk home.
Haaa, that's a groovy idea
I think I get my baby to do the same
Bobby, that's the music you ll ever heard one

Gee, it′s great after bein′ out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm in arm over meadow and farm
Walkin′ my baby back home

We go 'long harmonizing a song
Or I′m recitin' a poem
Owls go by and they give me the eye
Walkin′ my baby back home

We stop for a while, she gives me a smile
And snuggles her head on my chest
We start in to pet and that's when I get
Her talcum all over my vest

After I kinda straighten my tie
She has to borrow my comb
Once kiss then I continue again
Walkin' my baby back home

Well, I guess this is it
Bobby, you′re great
Ya So long, chum
Later Bob, maybe we can do it again sometime
And swing. oh yeah

She′s 'fraid of the dark so I have to park
Outside of her door till it′s light
She says if I try to kiss her she'll cry
I dry her tears all through the night

Hand in hand to a barbecue stand
Right from her doorway we roam
Eats and then it′s a pleasure again
Walkin' my baby
Talkin′ my baby
Lovin' my baby
I don't mean maybe
Walkin′ my baby back home