Gee, it's great after being out late,
Walking my baby back home.
Arm-in-arm over meadow and farm,
Walking my baby back home.
We go along harmonizing a song
Or I'm reciting a poem.
Owls go by and they give me the eye,
Walking my baby back home.
We stop for awhile, she gives me a smile,
And snuggles her head to my chest.
We start in to pet and that's when I get
Her talcum all over my vest.
After I kind of straighten my tie
She has to borrow my comb.
One kiss then I continue again
Walking my baby back home.
She's 'fraid of the dark so I have to park
outside of her door til it's light.
She says if I try to kiss her she'll cry.
I dry her tears all though the night.
Hand-in-hand to a bar-be-que stand
right from her doorway we run.
Eats and then it's a pleasure again.
I'm walking my baby.
I'm talking my baby.
I'm loving my baby.
I don't mean maybe.
Walking my baby back home.