I Want My Baby Back

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. 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.

And all of a sudden I see this stall car right smack in front of me. Well I wasn't about to slam on the brakes cause it didn't have none to start with. So I swerved to the left and what do I see?

Some mush head on a motorcycle head like Hudders. And I knew it. 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. It's been many months now since that fateful night.

And you know something I tried. Believe me, I have tried. But I just can't make it without my baby. So I decided I'm gonna have her back one way or another. Oh baby, I dig you so much I dig, pay dirt