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| 2:43 | 
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Up in the mornin' and out to school
The teacher is teachin' the golden rule American history and practical math You studyin' hard and hopin' to pass Workin' your fingers right down to the bone And the guy behind you won't leave you alone Ring, ring goes the bell The cook in the lunch room's ready to sell You're lucky if you can find a seat You're fortunate if you have time to eat Back in the classroom, open your books Keep up the teacher don't know how mean she looks Soon as three o'clock rolls around You finally lay your burden down Close up your books, get out of your seat Down the halls and into the street Up to the corner and 'round the bend Right to the juke joint, you go in Drop the coin right into the slot You're gotta hear somethin' that's really hot With the one you love, you're makin' romance All day long you been wantin' to dance, Feeling the music from head to toe Round and round and round we go Hail, hail rock and roll Deliver me from the days of old Long live rock and roll The beat of the drums, loud and bold Rock, rock, rock and roll The feelin' is there, body and soul. |
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| 2. |
| 2:21 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:57 |
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Runnin' to and fro, hard workin' at the mill
Never failed in the mail, yet come a rotten bill Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Salesman talking to me tryin' to run me up a creek Says you can buy it, go on try it, you can pay me next week Ah, too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Blonde haired, good lookin' tryin' to get me hooked Wants me to marry, get a home, settle down, write a book Ha, too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Same thing every day, gettin' up, goin' to school No need to be complainin', my objections overruled Ah, too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Pay phone, somethin' wrong, dime gone, will mail I ought to sue the operator for tellin' me a tale Ah, too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in I been to Yokohama, been a fightin' in the war Army bunk, army chow, army clothes, army car Ha, too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks Wipe the windows, check the tires, check the oil, dollar gas Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business I don't want your botheration, go away, leave me be Too much monkey business for me |
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| 4. |
| 3:06 |
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In the wee, wee hours
That's when I think of you In the wee, wee hours That's when I think of you You say, but yet I wonder If your love was ever true In a wee little room I sit alone and think of you In a wee little room I sit alone and think of you I wonder if you still remember All the things we used to do One little song For a fading memory One little song For a fading memory Of the one I really love The only one for me |
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| 5. |
| 2:52 |
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220 pounds is alot to carry round.
You could even say that she is fat. Roly Poly, Roly Poly. If she were thin and without a double chin, There wouldn't be so much for me to love. Roly Poly, Roly Poly |
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| 6. |
| 3:00 |
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As I was motivatin'
Back in town I saw a Cadillac sign Sayin' "No Money Down" So I eased on my brakes And I pulled in the drive Gunned my motor twice Then I walked inside Dealer came to me Said "Trade in you Ford And I'll put you in a car That'll eat up the road Just tell me what you want And then sign on that line And I'll have it brought down to you In a hour's time" I'm gonna get me a car And I'll be headed on down the road Then I won't have to worry About that broken - down, raggedy Ford "Well Mister I want a yellow convertible Four - door de Ville With a Continental spare And a wide chrome wheel I want power steering And power brakes I want a powerful motor With a jet off - take I want air condition I want automatic heat And I want a full Murphy bed In my back seat I want short - wave radio I want TV and a phone You know I gotta talk to my baby When I'm ridin' alone" Yes I'm gonna get that car And I'm gonna head on down the road Yeah, then I won't have to worry About that broken - down, raggedy Ford "I want four carburetors And two straight exhausts I'm burnin' aviation fuel No matter what the cost I want railroad air horns And a military spark And I want a five - year guarantee On everything I got I want ten - dollar deductible I want twenty dollar notes I want thirty thousand liability" That's all she wrote I got me a car And I'm headed on down the road No money down I don't have to worry About that broken - down, raggedy Ford |
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| 7. |
| 2:20 |
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A-a-arrested on charges of unemployment
He was sitting in the witness stand The judges wife called up the district attorney She said, "Free that brown-eyed man. If you want your job, you better free that brown-eyed man." Flying across the desert in a TWA, I saw a woman walkin' 'cross the sand. She'd been walking thirty miles en route to Bombay To meet a brown-eyed handsome man, Her destination was a brown-eyed handsome man. Way back in history, three thousand years, In fact ever since the world began, There's been a whole lotta good women shedding tears All for a brown-eyed handsome man, (It)'sa lot of trouble with a brown-eyed handsome man. Beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind Between a doctor and a lawyer man. Her mother told her, "Darling go out and find yourself A brown-eyed handsome man, Just like your daddy He's a brown-eyed handsome man." Marlo Venus was a beautiful lass, She had the world in the palm of her hand She lost both her arms in a wrestling match To meet a brown-eyed handsome man, She fought and won herself a brown-eyed handsome man. 2-3 the count with nobody on He hit a high fly into the stands Round to third, he was headed for home It was a brown-eyed handsome man that won the game It was a brown-eyed handsome man. |
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| 2:33 |
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| 9. |
| 2:40 |
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I saw you over there
But what could I do? I couldn't stand and stare Or come and talk to you And it is always fair To formally be introduced? To you especially I took it on my own To come an talk to you Because you were alone I hope I didn't intrude Observing you had shown That you were so lonely and blue Nothing beats a failure like a try There's a great reward Someone will surely hail you If you try But you must try hard And if I hadn't tried I wonder where I'd be If I upon relied On fate you meeting me But because I tried Together we'll always be Nothing beats a failure like a try There's a great reward Someone will surely hail you Oh darling Together we'll always be ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JOHN CLIFFO BARRY, NIKOLAJ TARASOV, PAUL BONIN <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 10. |
| 3:09 |
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Havana moon, Havanna moon
Me all alone with jug of rum Me stand and wait for boat to come Is long de night, is quiet de dark De boat she late, it's twelve o'clock Me watch de tide easin' in Is low de moon but high de wind Havana moon, Havana moon Me all alone, me open de rum Is long de wait for boat to come American girl come back to me We'll sail away across de sea We'll dock in New York De buildin's high We find a home in de sky Havana moon, Havana moon Me still alone, me sip de rum Me wonder when de boat she come To bring me love, oh sweet little thing She rock'n'roll, she dance and sing She hold me tight, she touch me lips Me eyes they close, me heart she flip Havana moon, Havana moon But still alone me drinkin' de rum Begin to think de boat no come American girl she tell a lie She say "Till then," she mean "Goodbye " Havana moon, Havana moon Me lay down alone, was good de rum Me fall asleep, de boat she come De girl she look till come de dawn She weep and cry, return for home De whistle blow, me open me eyes Was bright de sun, was blue de sky Me grab me shoes, me jump and run Me see de boat head for horizon Havana moon, is gone de rum De boat she sail, my love she gone Havana moon, Havana moon Havana moon, Havanna moon |
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| 2:52 |
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A stranger lying on a bar room floor
Had drank so much he could drink no more, So he fell asleep with a troubled brain To dream that he rode on that downbound train. The engine with blood was sweaty and damp And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp, And imps for fuel were shovelling bones While the furnace rang with a thousand groans. The boiler was filled with lager beer The devil himself was the engineer, The passengers were most a motley crew, Some were foreigners and others he knew. Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in rags Handsome young ladies and wicked old hags. As the train rushed on at a terrible pace Sulphuric fumes scorched their hands and face, Wider and wider the country grew Faster and faster the engine flew, Louder and louder the thunder crashed Brighter and brighter the lighting flashed, Hotter and hotter the air became Till their clothes were burned and they were screaming with pain. Then out of the distance there came a yell Ha ha said the devil we're nearing home, Oh how the passengers shrieked with pain And begged old Satan to stop that train. The stranger awoke with an anguished cry His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high, He fell on his knees on the bar room floor And prayed a prayer like never before. And the prayers and vows were not in vain For he never rode that downbound train. |
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| 2:51 |
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Who set my heart
Ever - drifting? You, from the start never lifting I fight it but it downs me Despite the joy around me I can't free myself from sorrow All through the day it's a wonder Fall will the night, still I wonder If I'm the only Or are you as lonely Come home to me tomorrow Why should the past so change How you feel! Oh but I ask you "Forgive, if you will" These lonely hours are So hard to bear I don't deny that I was unfair You paid enough to be gay Who made me love you this way? So give me the chance To renew our romance For this time I know it will stay Oh yes, this time I know it will stay |
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| 2:45 |
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I bought a brand new airmobile
It was custom made It was a Flight DeVille With a powerful motor And some hideaway wings Push in on the button and you will hear her sing Now you can't catch me Baby, you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close You know I'm gone like a cool breeze New Jersey Turnpike in the wee wee hours I was rolling slowly 'cause of drizzlin' showers Here come a flattop, he was movin' up with me Then come wavin' goodbye In a little, old suped-up mini I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll Moanin' sirens, 'twas the state patrol So I let out my wings and then I blew my horn Bye-bye New Jersey I become airborne Now you can't catch me Baby you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close You know I'm gone like a cool breeze Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night Wasn't a gray cloud floatin' in sight Big full moon shinin' up above Cuddle up honey, be my love Sweetest little thing I ever seen I'm gonna name you Mabelline Flyin' on the beam set on flight control Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll Two, three hours a-passed us by Altitude dropped to 505 Fuel consumption way too fast Let's get on home before we run out of gas Now you can't catch me No baby, you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close You know I'm gone like a cool breeze |
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| 2:26 |
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I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back home
I done called up the gypsey woman on the telephone She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo that'll be the very thing that'll suit you I'm gonna see that you be back home in thirty days Oh thirty days (thirty days) Oh thirty days (thirty days) Baby, I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days Gonna send out a world wide hoodoo that'll be the very thing that'll suit you I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days. I done talked to the judge in private early this morning And he took me to the sheriff's office to sign a warrant Gonna put a false charge agin' ya That'll be the very thing that'll send ya I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days Oh thirty days (thirty days) Oh thirty days (thirty days) I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days Gonna put a false charge agin' ya that'll be the very thing that'll send ya I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days If I don't get no satisfaction from the judge I'm gonna take it to the FBI and voice my grudge If they don't give me no consolation I'm gonna take it to the United Nations I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days Oh thirty days (thirty days) Oh thirty days (thirty days) Baby I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days You don't give me no consolation I'm gonna take it to the United Nations I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days |
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| 2:22 |
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Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true? You just started doing the things you used to do As I was motivatin' over the hill I saw Maybellene in a Coup De Ville A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford The Cadillac doin' about ninety-five She's bumper to bumper, rollin' side to side Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true? You've just started back doing the things you used to do The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford The Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more It then got cloudy and it started to rain I tooted my horn for a passin' lane The rain water blowin' all under my hood I knew that was doin' my motor good Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true? You've started back doing the things you used to do Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true? You've just started back doing the things you used to do The motor cooled down, the heat went down And that's when I heard that highway sound The Cadillac a-sittin' like a ton of lead A hundred and ten, a half a mile ahead The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still And I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true? You've started back doing the things you used to do |
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