Talkin' About My Baby

Who's that comin' down the street?

High shined shoes on his feet

Diamond ring and everything

Steppin' to the sound of swing

It's my baby

Talkin' about my baby

Continental suit and hat

'Cause he knows I like him like that

When he smiles he brings on spring

And the birds begin to sing

It's my baby

Talkin' about my baby

If I call him at five to four

Four o' five, he's at my door

He kisses me and takes my hand

And tells me, "Baby, you sure look grand"

All the girls from way 'cross town

Try to run my baby down

He just looks at them and frowns

Even though I'm not around

That's my baby

Talkin' about my baby

If I call him at five to four

Four o' five, he's at my door

He kisses me and takes my hand

And tells me, "Baby, you sure look grand"

All the girls from way 'cross town

Try to run my baby down

He just looks at them and frowns

Even though I'm not around

That's my baby

Talkin' about my baby

That's my baby

Talkin' about my baby

That's my baby

Talkin' about my baby