Gee it's great after being out late,
Walking my baby back home.
Arm in arm over meadow and farm,
Walking my baby back home.
We go along harmonizing a song,
Or I'm reciting a poem.
Owls go by and they give me the eye,
Walking my baby back home.
We stop for a while, she gives me a smile,
And snuggles her head to my chest.
We start in to pet, and that's when I get
Her powder all over my vest.
After I kind of straighten my tie,
She has to borrow my comb.
One kiss then we continue again,
Walking my baby back home.
She's afraid of the dark
So I had to park outside of her door till it's light
She says if I try to kiss her she'll cry
I dry her tears all through the night
Hand in hand to a barbeque stand
Right from her doorway we roam
Eat and then it's a pleasure again
Walking my baby, talking my baby
Loving my baby, I don't mean maybe
Walking my baby back home
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- Inspiration: A Tribute to Nat King Cole
- Miscellaneous
- Guitar Man
- Songs And Stories
- Good King Bad
- The Ultimate Collection
- The Best Of George Benson Live
- Turn Your Love Around
- Café Opera 30th Anniversary
- Classic Love Songs (World Ex. NA 18 track version)
- Darlings Delight
- As 100 Mais Da Antena 1, Volume 3
- Love Ballads, Vol. 2 - Die 38 schönsten Lovesongs
- 100 Summer Hits
- Gershwin Jazz
- The Essential George Benson
- Jazz Gershwin
- The Cool Concept "Crooners"
- Summer Hits
- Feeling Swing