My baby got troubles.
She ain't got no sense.
She ain't got no money.
She can't pay her rent.
A-my baby ain't a teacher.
But she can educate.
A-my woman ain't a doctor-a.
But she can operate.
And that's my girl.
Yes, that's my girl.
Don't say nothin' bad about her, boy, 'cause.
'Cause that's my girl.

(Instrumental & guitar solo)

Yeah, and that's my girl.
Hey, that's my girl.
Don't you say nothin' bad about her, boy, 'cause.
'Cause that's my girl.
My baby got a freezer.
Sure will keep you cool.
And my baby got a oven.
Will make you act a fool.
My baby got a pistol.
Ooo! my baby got a knife-a.
A-my baby got a eye out.
Good God, for my wife.
Hey, but that's my girl.
Yes, that's my girl.
Don't you say nothin' bad about her, man, 'cause.
'Cause that's my girl.