Walkin’ My Baby Back Home Songtext
von Paul Anka
Walkin’ My Baby Back Home Songtext
Gee but it′s great after being out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm and arm over meadow and farm
Walkin′ my baby back home
We go along harmonizing a song
Or I'm reciting a poem
The owls go by and they give me the eye
Walking my baby back home
We stop for a while, she gives me a smile
And snuggles her cheek to my chest
We're startin′ to pet, and that′s when I get
Her powder all over my vest
Well, after I kind of straighten my tie
She has to borrow my comb
A kiss and then we continue again
Walkin' my baby back home
Yeh, gee but it′s great after being out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm and arm over meadow and farm
Walkin′ my baby back home
We go along harmonizing a song
Or I'm reciting a poem
The owls go by and they give me the eye
Walkin′ my baby back home
We stop for a while, she gives me a smile
And snuggles her cheek to my chest
We're startin' to pet, and that′s when I get
Her powder all over my vest
Well, hand in hand to a barbeque stand
Right from her doorway we roam
Kiss and then its a pleasure again
Walkin′, my baby, back home
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm and arm over meadow and farm
Walkin′ my baby back home
We go along harmonizing a song
Or I'm reciting a poem
The owls go by and they give me the eye
Walking my baby back home
We stop for a while, she gives me a smile
And snuggles her cheek to my chest
We're startin′ to pet, and that′s when I get
Her powder all over my vest
Well, after I kind of straighten my tie
She has to borrow my comb
A kiss and then we continue again
Walkin' my baby back home
Yeh, gee but it′s great after being out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm and arm over meadow and farm
Walkin′ my baby back home
We go along harmonizing a song
Or I'm reciting a poem
The owls go by and they give me the eye
Walkin′ my baby back home
We stop for a while, she gives me a smile
And snuggles her cheek to my chest
We're startin' to pet, and that′s when I get
Her powder all over my vest
Well, hand in hand to a barbeque stand
Right from her doorway we roam
Kiss and then its a pleasure again
Walkin′, my baby, back home
Writer(s): Roger Gauffreteau, Roy Turk, Fred E. Ahlert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com