Ken Nordine My Baby
Wants to know that I love my baby
And my baby loves me
Short time ago, we went out together
Into a place called "Far Out"
Up in limbo, the rhythm was there
Yeah, something special was in the air
I reached over and held my baby's hand
She gave me a little squeeze
I knew we were in the same key
Everything's beginning to swing in a quiet, cool, warm way
My baby didn't say anything
Just looked at me with that special look my baby has
I looked back with that special look I get when my baby looks at me with that special look she gets
I couldn't help myself; it was love for sure
I picked my baby up, danced over to the stage
And I told the leader: "Leader, this is my baby"
He just said, "Crazy!"
My baby gave him a special look like she does
He could see my baby had eyes to swing
So he adjusted the mic
And simply said in his complicated way, "Of course"
And my baby's shy, so I gave it the first try
Waiter, two glasses of warm milk, please?