Bébé le Strange
It's got to be you who reads my letter,Not your hired hand.I don't know how to say it no better:I love you . . . and the band.Never heard rockin' like you couldHowlin' like you can.Well it gets me thinkin' of "Johnny B. Goode."But you know you ain't no man.
'Cause when I heard you play I knew your name should be changed.We're all dog panicked and you are to blame.Everybody ought to call you, "Bébé le Strange!"You look so insane, we gave you a name: Bébé le Strange!Come on baby!
Oh rock baby!Oh rock-a-rock-a-baby!Oh rock baby!Oh rock-a-rock-a-baby!
I wish I knew what you're really like,Your touch so shy and fine.But the way you move with that guitar,Just gives me other signs.Here's my number. Give me a sign.Call me back if this gets through.S-so babe, ba-ba-ba-baby, I'd never say no to you.
'Cause when I heard your song I knew your name should be changed.Everybody ought to call you, "Bébé le Strange!"Under my skin you've got my mind rearranged.You're so insane, baby's so strange: Bébé le Strange!Come on baby!
Oh rock baby!Oh rock-a-rock-a-baby!Oh rock baby!Oh rock-a-rock-a-baby!
Oh rock baby!Oh rock-a-rock-a-baby!Oh rock baby!Oh rock-a-rock-a-baby!
Baby baby baby!Oooo ooooo ooooo!Yeah yeah yeah!