Badder Than Bo Diddley's Electric Guitar

After reading TKid’s “Teenage Kicks” ramble about the ‘Americana’ music movement, it made me realize that there are a lot of great ‘lost’ songs that need to be heard again. So, dear reader / listener. I remind you about [or introduce you to]:

My Baby She's Allright
(Chesterman/Fredette)

She's a long, tall drink of water
Badder than Bo Diddley's electric guitar
Badder than anything this whole year
I don't like bragging but I can't help myself, well...

Long and lean like a Cadillac
Supercharged like the Batmobile
She drives me into the woods
When she gets behind the wheel

In the deserts, in the hottest fires, in the houses and over the seas
In the cities, in the telephone wires, they all
talk about what she means to me, 'cause...

My baby, she's allright …

She's got that certain something
Man, I hope you know what I'm talking about
If you've ever had a lover who was really true
Just walking down the street or when you turn out the lights, 'cause...

My baby, she's allright …

And when she kisses me, I hear the Drells or is it T. Rex?
I could hang my arm out the window, but around my baby is where I'll be...

I know you must have heard about her
You know everything they say is true
I suppose you know what she means to me
And if you don't then what's the matter with you?

Haven't you been listening?
Or did you hear what I just said?
If someone tried to show me something better
I'd have to say I'm not interested, because...

My baby, she's allright …