Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah      Woah yeah talkin' 'bout my baby   Talkin' 'bout my baby   When she goes walkin' down Bourbon Street   I just can't hardly stand to walk behind her      She's got a red hot pants on   She got on her yellow high heeled sneakers   She got on a yellow low neck   See through blouse without her brassier on      She's shakin' like two big ole balloons in a hurricane   Ooh, she's got on a purple afro wig   She got a hand on her hip, lettin' her back bone slip      Battin' her eye, battin' her eye   Battin' her eye, battin' her eye   Battin' her eye an' lookin' straight at me   Yeah, lookin' straight at me      She's battin' her eyes and lookin' straight at me   With that sassy, saucy look on her face, shit son yeah   I want to go out on a picnic with you baby   Out under the big bright yellow sun      She said I wanna go out on a picnic with you baby   Out under the big bright yellow sun   Under the big bright yellow sun      Under the big bright yellow sun   Under the big bright yellow sun   Under the big bright yellow sun   ...