You've got to baby the trans on the southside of Chicago
You've got to baby the trans through the bedroom trade embargo
And if you're gonna find the paradise of love
Take my advice ... just look in the glove
You've got to baby the trans for its Alice fills the station
And it's PCP land and angel dust dictation
You can't get in a quarrel
You can't trade up or down
No use breaking Allah
He sends his son to wow the town
You've got to baby the trans

No use going saying come on baby hold hands
All the time she's begging you baby the trans

Baby the trans through the Cuban Missle Crisis
Playin' it like mad through acute appendicitis
Nobody knows what the assassin ate
But it was a lot of sugar and food color eighty-eight
You've got to baby the trans
Baby the trans

Hey, no use going saying c'mon baby hold hands
All the times she's begging you baby the trans
You've got to baby the trans
Baby the trans
Baby the trans
B-B--Baby the trans, boys