Once upon a time when I was very young and loose
I used to know a girl who had the backseat blues
I used to call her baby she was so sweet and fine
baby's favorite place place was my Chevy's backseat
Someone musta told her, musta showed something new
cause when she got me in the back she knew just what to 
do
she's got a cutesy little body a wiggle in her body 
when she walks
oh and everybody's watchin', checkin' out her top to 
bottom when she walks
oh but baby wasn't ashamed when she got alone with me
how I always think about her when I'm iding in the 
backseat
Backseat blues every time I think of you
and the things we used to do
ridin' in your backseat
Backseat blues every time I think of you
and the things we used to do
that's where I had fun with you
Now long ago when I was young and used to act a fool
I had a pretty thing used to show me what to do
I used to call her baby I used to call her mine
and Lord I loved her body she was so sweet and fine
when she get her motor runnin' baby like to drive so 
fast
drivin' through the country till we run outta gas
and baby only come around maybe once or twice a week
and baby only come around three or four times a week
oh but when my abby comes i know she will be so good to 
me
I get the backseat blues...
I know that if we take a ride and baby's sitting by my 
side
oh it won't be very long before my oil pressure rise
and when she's all revved up my baby likes tu ride the 
bumps
she keeps some extra tires and some goodies in the 
trunk
I get the backseat blues...