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Baggage Claim - Delbert Mcclinton
Got some money in my pocket
Got my ticket in my hand
Ain't got time to talk
Ain't got more time to explain
Ain't gonna ride no greyhound or a midnight train
I'm going by jet propulsion to the promise land
I'm gonna run down through the terminal
Jump over the chain
And make love to my baby in baggage claim
She called me up this morning
Said she needed to see me bad
She was Jonesing real hard
For the love she knew I had
Said she woke up sweating
From a dream she had last night
That was filled with sexual tension
With no relief in sight
She was breathing hard and heaving
Like a coal burning train
She said come to me baby before I go insane
Now when I get to lax I betcha I'm ten feet tall
Bullet proof and handsome I'll be wall to wall
Arms around my baby
Give her all the love I had
We'll be steaming up the windows
In that yellow taxi cab
I got one more thing to do
Before I let that hammer fall
Hotel operator please hold all my calls
