Walking down the highway Trying to hitch a ride Is surreal She rolled down the window Leaned over and she had Real fire wheels And the weather was hot She at had the AC on I could see what she'd got She had rings on her fingers Bells on her toes Ruby red lips Right under her nose It's written in the stars, baby It's you and me Be my baby, be my baby, be my baby Pulled over by the diner It had just gone five She said her name was Jenny I said hi My legs were shaking Like a leaf on a tree Be my baby, be my baby, be my baby 66 Chevy was a real fine ride Had smooth transmission, baby She could bite That machine was built for comfort and style You can pump that gas, baby Once in a while It's written in the stars, baby It's you and me Be my baby, be my baby, be my baby Come on! Yeah Will you be my baby? Will you be my baby? Will you be my baby? Will you be my baby? To show a real good time