San Francisco Telephone Video (MV)

I called my momma from a San Francisco telephone
To tell her I ain't never ever coming home
I'm living on the highway
I'm a wild wild kid and I'm kicking down ever door to hear my baby say
Well come on, come on
My pretty baby come on
Well I was born in 95 institutionalized since I could learn to speak
And it came as no surprise
That my daddy left my momma for a younger girl babe
Cause we're living in a world where we got to get away
So come on come on my pretty baby come on


Well well well
I don't wanna be all by myself
I don't wanna be all by myself
I don't want to be all by myself
So you better catch up pretty baby if you wan't to be with me
So come one come on my pretty baby come on

They call him rock and roll Jesus cause his hair hangs all the way down to the creases of his pants
And he's dancing like a maniac in the back room
In his black suede shoes
Making love to you in the bathroom
Well come on come on my pretty baby come on
Well she moves her hips like Elvis Presley
I get her to my room say I gotta confess something to you my baby said I like it like that
Na na na na na na nasty baby
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Well come on come on my pretty baby come on

Well well well
I don't wanna be all by myself
I don't wanna be all by myself
I don't want to be all by myself
So you better catch up pretty baby if you wan't to be with me
So come one come on my pretty baby come on
Well come on come on come on
Well come on come on come on