I'm looking for my baby, I'm looking for my baby, I'm looking for my baby, in every way. And if I don't find her by tomorrow morning, I'm looking for my baby, put me in my grave. Now she ain't pretty, she ain't lovely, she ain't what you'd call a beauty queen, but she's my baby, don't you know that I love her, and to me she's the girl of my dreams. Tell me if I don't find her by tomorrow morning, I'm just looking for my baby, put me in my grave. Oh, maybe she's somewhere, tossing and turning, or maybe she's somewhere, twisting out her shoes. No, no, maybe she's somewhere, just a man in my jukebox, or listening to someone, or singing the blues. Help me, help me find my baby, I've got to find my baby, somebody help me.
