Walking down the highway
Trying to hitch a ride
Is surreal
She rolled down the window
Leaned over and she had
Real fire wheels
And the weather was hot
She at had the AC on
I could see what she'd got
She had rings on her fingers
Bells on her toes
Ruby red lips
Right under her nose

It's written in the stars, baby
It's you and me
Be my baby, be my baby, be my baby

Pulled over by the diner
It had just gone five
She said her name was Jenny
I said hi
My legs were shaking
Like a leaf on a tree

Be my baby, be my baby, be my baby

66 Chevy was a real fine ride
Had smooth transmission, baby
She could bite
That machine was built for comfort and style
You can pump that gas, baby
Once in a while

It's written in the stars, baby
It's you and me
Be my baby, be my baby, be my baby
Come on!

Yeah
Will you be my baby?
Will you be my baby?
Will you be my baby?
Will you be my baby?
To show a real good time