Down on the corner
By the traffic light
Everybody's looking as she goes by

They turn their heads and they,
watch her 'till she's gone
Lord have Mercy

Baby's got her blue jeans on

Up by the bus

and across the street
Open up their windows,
to take a peek

And she goes walking
Rocking like a rolling stone
Heaven help us

Baby's got her blue jeans on

chorus :

She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not to blame if they look her way
She ain't really trying to cause a scene

It just comes naturally, no the girl can't help it

Well up on Main street

By the taxi stand
There's a crowd of people and a traffic jam
She don't look back

She ain't doin' nothing wrong
Lord have Mercy
Baby's got her blue jeans on


chorus


Down on the corner,
by the traffic light
Everybody's lookin' as she goes by

They turn their heads and they watch her 'til she's gone
Lord have Mercy, Baby's got her blue jeans on


Heaven help us, Baby's got her blue jeans on
Lord have Mercy, Baby's got her blue jeans on