| Baby got goin' on a southern train, you know
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| Fired up the pistons driving below
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| And the whole vibration, seat upholstery
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| Silky underwear, oh conductor, let’s roll, roll, roll, roll
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| Let’s roll, roll, roll, roll, roll!!!
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| Baby got goin' but I can’t complain, you know
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| It knocks me out when she acts so strange, it’s like a Big Mac truck cut across three lanes in my soul, conductor
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| Let’s throw some metal down, roll, roll, roll, roll
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| Squeeze her knees underneath a book, you know
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| A real good shakin' is all it took
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| 'Cause my baby’s hooked on me, and as you can see
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| I’m wild about her!
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| She got goin' but I can’t complain, you know
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| 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 roll…
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| Let’s roll, roll, roll, roll, roll!!!
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| Let’s roll
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| She gets mad when it goes too slow, so I’m beggin' you man
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| Keep a shovelin' that coal and let’s roll!
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| Let’s roll, roll, roll, roll, roll… |