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 time to explain

Ain’t gonna ride a 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

Filled with sexual tension and 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»

When I get to LAX, I betcha I’m ten-feet tall

Bullet proof and handsome, I’ll be wall to wall

Arms around my baby give her all the love I had

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