| My Baby’s got a wild streak, |
| She loves a midnight ride. |
| My Baby’s got a wild streak, |
| She loves a midnight ride. |
| She likes to cruise the city, |
| On the back street nasty side. |
| The moon’s peepin up on the east side, |
| My baby’s stepping into her gown, |
| It’s short at the top and the bottom, |
| It’s magic when she stoops down. |
| She ain’t afraid of no alley, |
| She’s too cool to be scared, |
| Streetlight shines off her earrings, |
| She got a razor hid up in her hair. |
| Park my Harley on a side street, |
| Wait for her in the dark, |
| When she turns the corner struttin', |
| Every dog in the alley starts to bark. |