Down on the corner, by the traffic light,
Everybody's lookin', 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,
While she goes walking, rockin' like a rollin' 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 tryin' to cause a scene,
It just comes naturally, nah, 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!
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 tryin' to cause a scene,
It just comes naturally, aw, the girl can't help it.
Down on the corner, by the traffic light,
Everybody's lookin', 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!
Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on!
Writer(s): Robert Lee Mc Dill
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