[The majority of the lyrics done by Mary H. I removed most of the backing vocals. I may go back and put them in later.]
They gave you such a hard time
When they took your babe away
You heard it on the airwaves
That she joined the SLA
All the stories, tape recordings
Just when things seemed at their worst
Then the good Lord heard you calling
And he gave back Patty Hearst
You got your baby back
Poor girl is out of the sack
Silly young babe was just out fleeing
Like any young teenager would do!
But Daddy is here now
To buy you some clothes and maybe a new Cadillac!
You got your baby back
When she started to flee
You gave food for three
But you knew you wouldn't go broke
The day in the bank
The sporting good rank
Was just a fraternity joke!
You got your babe back, that's no lie
Thanks to the old FBI
Time to realize it's in my pool
And maybe she'll go back to school
And Daddy is here now
To buy you some clothes, and maybe a new Cadillac!
You got your baby back
(Baby, baby back)
Spoken: Why, Patty baby, I knew deep down in my heart that you'd be coming back to your papa.
And honey, I didn't believe a thing they said in all those silly little ol' newspapers
(Mm-mm!)
Especially the ones I didn't own! But don't worry darlin', we'll be keepin' your supper warm.
When she started to flee
You gave food for three
But you knew that you wouldn't go broke
The day in the bank
The sporting good rank
Was just a fraternity joke!
You got your baby back.
Poor girl is out of the sack
Silly young babe was just out fleeing
Like any teenager would do
But daddy is here now
To buy you some new clothes and maybe a new Cadillac!
You got your baby back
(Baby back)
You got your baby back
(Baby back)
You got your baby back
(Baby back)