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 no time to explain
Ain’t gonna ride no Greyhound or a midnight train
I’m goin‘ by jet propulsion to the promise land
Gonna run down through the terminal, jump over the chain
And make love to my baby in baggage claim
She called me up this mornin‘, said she needed to see me bad
She was Jonesin‘ real hard for the love she knew I had
Said she woke up sweatin‘ from a dream she had last night
That was filled with sexual tension with no relief in sight
She was breathin‘ hard and heavin‘ like a coal-burnin‘ train
She said, “Come to me, Baby, before I go insane!“
[BREAK]
Now when I get to L–A–X, I betcha I’m ten-feet tall,
Bullet proof and handsome, I’ll be wall to wall.
My arms around my baby, give her all the love I have.
We’ll be steamin‘ 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.”
