Baby Got Going Lyrics by Liz Phair

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!
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!

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 gets mad when it goes too slow, so I'm beggin' you man
Keep a shovelin' that coal and let's roll!
Dinah, blow your horn!