paroles de chanson Talking Bout My Baby - Fatboy Slim

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
Wah yeah, talking bout my baby,
Talking bout my baby,
When she go walking down bourben street,
I just can't understand as i walk behind her,
She got red hotpants on,
She got on a low-neck see through blouse with no brassier on,
She shaking like two big old balloons in a hurricane,
She got a purple afro,
She got her hand on her hip,
Better not let her slip?
Battering her eyes
Looking straight at me yeah,
She's battering her eyes
And looking straight at me with that sassy saucy look on her face,
She's beside me,
I wanna go out on a picnic with you baby,
Out under the big bright yellow sun,
She said i wanna go out on a picnic with you baby,
Out under the big bright yellow sun,
Out under the big bright yellow sun,
Out under the big bright yellow sun,
Out under the big bright yellow sun