Liz Phair - Baby Got Going Lyrics

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, roll, roll, roll Let's roll, roll, roll, roll, 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 Mac truck cut across three lanes in my soul, conductor Let's throw some metal down, roll, roll, roll, 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 got goin' but I can't complain, you know It knocks me out when she acts so strange, it's like a Big Mac truck cut across three lanes in my soul, conductor, let's roll... Let's roll, roll, roll, roll, roll...! Let's roll She gets mad when it goes too slow, so I'm beggin' you man Keep a shovelin' that coal and let's roll! Let's roll, roll, roll, roll, roll... Dinah, blow your horn! Liz Phair Lyrics Baby Got Going Lyrics