(D. Walker/J. Campbell)

My Baby’s got a wild streak,
She loves a midnight ride.
My Baby’s got a wild streak,
She loves a midnight ride.
She likes to [bad word] the city,
On the back street nasty side.

The moon’s peepin up on the east side,
My baby’s stepping into her gown,
It’s short at the top and the bottom,
It’s magic when she stoops down.
She ain’t afraid of no alley,
She’s too cool to be scared,
Streetlight shines off her earrings,
She got a razor hid up in her hair.

Park my Harley on a side street,
Wait for her in the dark,
When she turns the corner [bad word] ,
Every dog in the alley starts to bark.