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I got lumps in my throat
When I saw her comin' down the aisle I got the wiggles in my knees When she looked at me and sweetly smiled There she is again Standin' over by the record machine Lookin' like a model On the cover of a magazine She's too cute To be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile I was thinkin' She's in the mood No need to break it I got a chance, I oughta take it If she'll dance we can make it C'mon queenie let's shake it Go, go, go, little queenie Go, go, go, little queenie Go, go, go, little queenie Tell me who's the queen standin' over by the record machine Lookin?like a model On the cover of a magazine She's too cute To be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile, I was still thinkin' If it's a slow song We'll admit it If it's a rocker, then we'll get it If it's good, she'll admit it C'mon queenie, let's get with it Go, go, go, little queenie Go go, go, go, little queenie Go go, go, go, little queenie? |
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Yeah 'n' I'm doin' all right in school
They ain't said I broke no rule I ain't never been in Dutch I don't browse around too much Don't bother me, leave me alone Anyway I'm almost grown I don't run around with no mob Got myself a little job I'm gonna buy me a little car Drive my girl in the park Got my eye on a little girl Ah, she's really out of this world When I take her to the dance She's got to talk about romance You know I'm still livin' in town But I done married and settled down Now I really have a ball So I don't browse around at all |
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Oh well, oh well, I feel so good today,
We just touched ground on an international runway Jet propelled back home from overseas to the USA New York, Los Angeles, oh how I yearned for you Detroit, Chicago, Chattanooga, Baton Rouge Let alone just to be at my home back in ol' St-Lou. Did I miss the skyscrapers? Did I miss the long freeway? From the coast of California to the shores of Delaware Bay You can bet your life I did, 'til I got back to the USA Looking hard for a drive-in, searching for a corner cafe? Where hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day Yeah, and a jukebox jumping with records like in the USA Well, I'm so glad I'm livin' in the USA Yes, I'm so glad I'm livin' in the USA Anything you want, they got it right here in the USA I'm so glad I'm livin' in the USA Yes, I'm so glad I'm livin' in the USA |
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In the heat of the day down in Mobile, Alabama
Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer Gotta make some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun Payday's coming and my work is all done Later in the evening when the sun is sinking low All day I been waiting for the whistle to blow Sitting in a teepee built right on the tracks Rolling them bones until the foreman comes back Pick up you belongings boys and scatter about We've got an off-schedule train comin' two miles about Everybody's scrambling, running around Picking up their money, tearing the teepee down Foreman wants to panic, out to go insane Trying to get the workers out the way of the train Engineer blows the whistle loud and long Can't stop the train, gotta let it roll on |
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Casey is an old man who wants to be a teen
He goes to all the dances and they call him cha-cha king He cha-chas when the band is playin' rock and roll He tries to keep in time but the beat leaves him cold. Because he's too pooped to pop, too old a soul Hips gettin' weaker when he tries to do the stroll And every time his feet get to go in one way Here comes a new dance and it's goin' to stray. Chicks told Casey, You better move man, This is only a one night stand Casey wasn't in time but he was dancin' awhile Till a cramp caught his leg and he had to change his style. Because he's too pooped to pop, too old a soul Hips gettin' weaker when he tries to do the stroll And every time his feet get to go in one way Here comes a new dance and it's goin' to stray. Because he's too pooped to pop, too old a soul Hips gettin' weaker when he tries to do the stroll And every time his feet get to go in one way Here comes a new dance and it's goin' to stray. Casey finally learned to do the hoochie koo This might have been fine back in '22 Now, I'm gonna give you fellows just a little tip If you wanna keep your girl you'd better get hip Or, you'll be too pooped to pop, too old a soul You hips are gettin' weaker when you'll try to do the stroll And every time your feet gettin' to go in one way Here comes a new dance you'll be left to stray. |
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She drew out all her money at the Southern Trust
And put her little boy aboard a Greyhound Bus Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West Down came the tears from her happiness Her own little son named Johnny B. Goode Was gonna make some motion pictures in Hollywood Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye bye Johnny Good bye Johnny B. Goode She remembered taking money out from gathering crops And buying Johnny's guitar at the broker shop As long as he would play it by the railroad side And wouldn't get in trouble, he was satisfied But never thought that there would come a day like this When she would have to give her son a goodbye kiss Going Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye, bye Johnny Good-bye Johnny B. Goode She finally got the letter she was dreaming of Johnny wrote and told her he had fell in love As soon as he was married, he would bring her back And build a mansion for her by the railroad track So every time the heard the locomotive roar They'd be a standin? a wavin?by the kitchen door Howling Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye bye Johnny Good-bye Johnny B. Goode |
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Chorus:
Slow down, little Jaguar Keep cool, little Thunderbird Ford Ten miles stretch on an Indiana road T'was a sky blue Jaguar and a Thunderbird Ford Jaguar setting on ninety nine Tryin' to beat the Bird to the county line Just a half-a-mile from Newtonville There had a speed sign sitting at the top of the hill It said : "35 miles, and stay in line" But the Jaguar and Thunderbird never read the sign Chorus Ludenville was a real small town Had a hundred and two And nine acres of ground Some stool pigeon put the sheriff wise Told him "Park down in Newtonville And catch 'em guys" Sheriff laid down, half hid in the weeds Parked for eight days, didn't nobody speed All of a sudden, dust rose on the road Said "Here come the Jaguar and Thunderbird Ford" Chorus Sheriff doubled clutched second, put it in third Took right after the Jaguar and Thunderbird He knew he'd get a bonus and a big fat fine If he caught 'em 'fore they crossed that county line Sheriff never drove his car a hundred and flat But if he aimed to get 'em He'd have to do more than that Crest of the hill, he's about a mile behind There wasn't but two mor miles to the county line Chorus Old Sheiff was countin' on the downward grade With the tall wind pushin', he had it made Thunderbird saw the Jaguar gainin' speed And waved "Goodbye, Jaguar" and pulled in the lead Jaguar said "You ain't won the race yet" And pulled back around the Bird like a sabre jet Sheriff's front bumper was a yard behind When the T-Bird, Jaguar crossed the line Slow down little Jaguar, Keep cool little Thunderbird Ford |
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Baby here I stand before you
With my heart in my hand I put it to you mama Hoping that you'll understand Oh, baby Mama, please don't dog me 'round Yeah I, I would rather love you, baby Than anyone else I know in town This is my confession, Mama And it's sung by all your song It proves that I'm in heaven, Mama When you hold me in your arms Well, baby Can I have you for myself Yeah, if I can't have you, baby I don't want nobody else Well, baby Don't you want a man like me Well, baby Don't you want a man like me Yeah, think about your future, baby Forget about your used to be |
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Now if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna play
It's just an old piano and a knockout bass The drummer man's a cat they call Kickin' McCoy You know, remember that rubber-legged boy? Mama's cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease Come on along boys it's just down the road a piece Well, there's a place you really get your kicks It's open every night about twelve to six Now if you wanna hear some boogie you can get your fill And shove and sting like an old steam drill Come on along you can lose your lead Down the road, down the road, down the road a piece There's a place you really get your kicks It's open every night about twelve to six Now if you wanna hear some boogie you can get your fill And shove and sting like an old steam drill Come on along you can lose your lead Down the road, down the road, down the road a piece |
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Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
I met her walking down a uptown street She's so fine you know I wished she was mine I get shook up every time we meet I'm talkin about you Nobody but you Yeah, I do mean you I'm just trying to get a message to you Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know I tell ya now she looks so good Got so much skills and such a beautiful will She oughta be somewhere in Hollywood I'm talkin 'bout you Nobody but you Come on and give me a cue So I can get a message to you Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know She's sitting right here by my side Lovely indeed that why I asked if she Promised someday she will be my bride Talkin 'bout you I do mean you Nobody but you Come on, let me get a message through |
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Everything is wrong since me and my baby parted
All day long I'm walkin' 'cause I couldn't get my car started Laid off from my job and I can't afford to check it I wish somebody'd come along and run into it and wreck it Come on, since me and my baby parted Come on, I can't get started Come on, I can't afford to check I wish somebody'd come along and run into it and wreck it Everything is wrong since I've been without you Ev'ry night I lay awake thinkin' about you Ev'ry time the phone rings it sounds like thunder Some stupid guy try'n' to reach another number Come on, since I've been without you Come on, always thinkin' about you Come on, phone sounds like thunder Some stupid guy try'n' to reach another number Everything is wrong since I last saw you, baby I really wanna see you and I don't mean maybe I'm doin' ev'rything try'n' to make you see That I belong to you, hon, and you belong to me Come on, I wanna see you, baby Come on, I don't mean maybe Come on, I'm try'n' to make you see That I belong to you and you belong to me Come on, I gotta see you, baby Come on, I don't mean maybe Come on, I've gotta make you see That I belong to you and you belong to me |
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I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat, I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street, I shouted to the driver hey conductor, you must slow down. I think I see her please let me off this bus Nadine, honey is that you? Oh, Nadine. Honey, is that you? Seems like every time I see you Darling you got something else to do [Alternate verse: Seems like every time I catch you, datcha you're up to something new] I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back And started walkin' toward a coffee colored cadillac I was pushin' through the crowd to get to where she's at And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat Downtown searching for her, looking all around. Saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town. I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybody's tab. With a twenty dollar bill, told him 'catch that yellow cab.' She move around like a wave of summer breeze, go, driver, go, go, catch her balmy breeze. Moving thru the traffic like a mounted cavalier. Leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear. |
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It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished 'em well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell "C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell" They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well "C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell" They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast Seven hundred little records, all blues, rock, rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell "C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell" They bought a souped up jitney, was a cherry red '53 Drove it down to New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary It was there that Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle "C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell" They had a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell "C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell" |
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I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
California on my mind I straddled that Greyhound and rode him into Raleigh And on across Caroline We stopped in Charlotte, we bypassed Rock Hill We never was a minute late We was 90 miles out of Atlanta by sundown Rollin' out of Georgia state We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle Halfway across Alabam' And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded In downtown Birmingham Right away I bought me a through train ticket Ridin' 'cross Mississippi clean And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham Smokin' into New Orleans Somebody help me get out of Louisiana Just help me get to Houston town There are people there who care a little about me And they won't let the poor boy down Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit And put luggage in my hands And I woke up high over Albuquerque On a jet to the promised land Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the Golden State When the pilot told us in 13 minutes He would set us at the terminal gate Swing low, chariot, come down easy Taxi to the terminal zone Cut your engines and cool your wings And let me make it to the telephone Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia Tidewater 4-1009 Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin' And the poor boy's on the line |
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Ridin' along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile My curiosity runnin' wild Cruisin' and playin' the radio With no particular place to go. Ridin' along in my automobile I'm anxious to tell her the way I feel, So I told her softly and sincere, And she leaned and whispered in my ear Cuddlin' more and drivin' slow, With no particular place to go. No particular place to go, So we parked way out on the Kokomo The night was young and the moon was bold So we both decided to take a stroll Can you imagine the way I felt? I couldn't unfasten her safety belt! Ridin' along in my calaboose Still tryin' to get her belt unloose All the way home I held a grudge, But the safety belt, it wouldn't budge Cruisin' and playin' the radio With no particular place to go. |
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I want to be your driver
I want to be your driver I would love to ride you I would love to ride you way 'round Would be ready when you want me To drive you on downtown Yeah, I want to drive your Your long and beautiful Your round and wide Built to roll limousine Never had the thrill of drivin' Such a wonderful machine I rode all 'round the mountains Right down in the valley I would travel all over Would drive you home with ease You will enjoy every journey It will be my aim to please |
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Tulane and Johnny opened a novelty shop
Back under the counter was the cream of the crop Eveything was clicking and the business was good 'Til one day, lo and behold, an officer stood Johnny jumped the counter but he stumbled and fell But Tulane made it over Johnny ??? as he yelled Go ahead on, Tulane, he can't catch up with you Go Tulane, he ain't man enough for you Go Tulane, use all the speed you got Go Tulane, you know you need a lot Go Tulane, he laggin' behind Go ahead on, Tulane Go by your father's house and tell him business is slow And see if he will loan us something, soon as he hits the dough Put the cat out in the hall and rumple up the room Go by Doctor Keller's, tell him you swollowed some perfume Tell him we need him quick, 'cause he may to testify That you been sick all day and that's a perfect alibi Go ahead on, Tulane, he can't catch up with you Go Tulane, he ain't man enough for you Go Tulane, use all the speed you got Go Tulane, you know you need a lot Go Tulane, he laggin' behind Go ahead on, Tulane Go, let Danny drive in case you run into the man Back by the shop and get the stuff and hide it in the van Go back by your father's, get the money for the bail And bring it down and bail me out this rotten, funky jail We got to get a lawyer in the click of politics Somebody who can win the thing or get the thing fixed Go ahead on, Tulane, he can't catch up with you Go Tulane, he ain't man enough for you Go Tulane, use all the speed you got Go Tulane, you know you need a lot Go Tulane, he laggin' behind Go ahead on, Tulane, go ahead on |
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When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy Silver bells hanging on a string She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling oh (chorus 2x) My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling I want you to play with my ding-a-ling Then momma took me to grammer school But I stopped off in the best of youth Everytime that bell would ring Watch me playin with my ding-a-ling-a-ling oh (chorus 2x) Once I was climbing the garden wall I slipped and had a terrible fall I fell so hard I heard bells ring Nut held on to my ding-a-ling-a-ling oh (chorus 2x) Once I was swimmin cross turtle creek Man them snappers all around my feet Sure was hard swimmin cross that thing With both hands holdin my ding-a-ling-a-ling oh (chorus 2x) This little song, it ain't so sad The cutest little song you ever had Those of you who will not sing You must be playin with your own ding-a-ling! (chorus 2x) Your own ding-a-ling your own ding-a-ling We saw you playin with your own ding-a-ling My ding-a-ling everybody sing I wanna play with my ding-a-ling I w-a-n-n-a p-l-a-y w-i-t-h m-y d-i-n-g-a-l-i-n-g!!! |
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Sometimes I will, then again I think I won't
Sometimes I will, then again I think I won't Sometimes I do, then again I think I don't Well I looked at my watch, it was 9:21 We was at a rock'n'roll dance having nothing but fun And we rolled, reelin' and a rockin' We was reelin' and a rockin' Rollin' till the break of dawn Well I looked at my watch, it was 9:32 There's nothing I would rather do than dance with you And we rolled, reelin' and a rockin' We was reelin' and a rockin' Rollin' till the break of dawn Well I looked at my watch, it was 9:43 And everytime I spinned she would spin with me And we rolled, reelin' and a rockin' We was reelin' and a rockin' Rollin' till the break of dawn Well I looked at my watch, it was 9:54 I said, " Dance ballerina girl, go go go!" And we rolled, reelin' and a - rockin' We was reelin' and a rockin' Rollin' till the break of dawn Well I looked at my watch, it was 10:05 Man, I didn't know if I was dead or alive And I was rollin', reelin' and a rockin' We was reelin' and a rockin' Rollin' till the break of dawn Well I looked at my watch, it was 10:26 But I'm gonna keep on dancing toll I get my kicks And we reeled, reelin' and a rockin' We was reelin' and a rockin' Rollin' till the break of dawn Well I looked at my watch, it was 10:28 I gotta get my kicks before it get too late And we was reelin', reelin' and a - rockin' We was reelin' and a rockin' Rollin' till the break of dawn Well I looked at my watch, it was 10:29 I had to hold her hand, she was still holding mine And we reeled, reelin' and a rockin' We was reelin' and a rockin' Rollin' till the break of dawn Well I looked at my watch and to my surprise I was dancing with a woman that was twice my size I was reelin', reelin' and a rockin' We was reelin' and a rockin' Rollin' till the break of dawn Well I looked at my watch and it was time to go The bandleader said " We ain't playing no more " And we was reelin', reelin' and a rockin' We was reelin' and a rockin' Well till the break of dawn |
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