Baby's Got Her Blue Jeans On

Down on the corner

By the traffic light

Everybody's looking as she goes by

They turn their heads and they,

watch her 'till she's gone

Lord have Mercy

Baby's got her blue jeans on

Up by the bus stop

and across the street

Open up their windows,

to take a peek

And she goes walking

Rocking like a rolling stone

Heaven help us

Baby's got her blue jeans on

She can't help it if she's made that way

She's not to blame if they look her way

She ain't really trying to cause a scene

It just comes naturally, no the girl can't help it

Well up on Main street

By the taxi stand

There's a crowd of people and a traffic jam

She don't look back

She ain't doin' nothing wrong

Lord have Mercy

Baby's got her blue jeans on

Down on the corner,

by the traffic light

Everybody's lookin' as she goes by

They turn their heads and they watch her 'til she's gone

Lord have Mercy, Baby's got her blue jeans on

Heaven help us, Baby's got her blue jeans on

Lord have Mercy, Baby's got her blue jeans on