| When my best friend said
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| She had lost her man
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| To her babysitter
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| I thought she was lying
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| I said no sixteen year old schoolgirl
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| Could ever take a man of mine
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| Staying home with our baby all the time
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| It kept me kind of broken hearted
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| So I went and hired myself a babysitter
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| And that’s when my trouble all started
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| This sixteen year old chick walked in
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| With a skirt up to her waist
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| She had a truckload of you know what
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| And all of it in place
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| I should have been aware
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| Mmm hmm, ooh, ooh
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| Of the babysitter
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| Oh, yeah, yeah
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| I should have known
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| From the jump, yeah
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| She was a man getter
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| I should have been aware, uh huh
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| Of the babysitter, aah
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| I should have known from the jump, yeah
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| She was a man getter, yes, she was
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| When I found out exactly what was going on
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| There wasn’t much that I could do
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| The babysitter had his heart and soul
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| And all of his money too
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| You know, I should have been aware
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| Ooh, ooh, of the babysitter, hoo
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| I should have known from the jump, yeah
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| She was a man getter, yes, she was
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| So, girls, if you want your man
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| And no one else
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| Buy yourself some sizzle pants
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| And babysit your very own self
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| Beware, girls
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| You better beware
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| Of the babysitter, yeah
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| Rock, rock, rock your baby
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| Rock, rock, rock your baby… |