Down on the corner
By the traffic light
Everybody's looking as she goes by
They turn their heads and they watch her 'til she's gone
Lord, have mercy
Baby's got her blue jeans on

Up by the bus stop
And across the street
Open up their windows to take a peek
And she goes walking, rocking like a rolling stone
Heaven help us
Baby's got her blue jeans on

She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not to blame if they look her way
She ain't really trying to cause a scene
It just comes naturally, no, the girl can't help it

Well, up on Main street
By the taxi stand
There's a crowd of people and a traffic jam
She don't look back, she ain't doing nothing wrong
Lord, have mercy
Baby's got her blue jeans on

She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not to blame if they look her way
She ain't really trying to cause a scene
It just comes naturally, no, the girl can't help it

Down on the corner,
by the traffic light
Everybody's looking as she goes by
They turn their heads and they watch her 'til she's gone
Lord, have mercy
Baby's got her blue jeans on

Heaven help us 
Baby's got her blue jeans on
Lord, have mercy 
Baby's got her blue jeans on