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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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Well I'm-a write a little letter
I'm gonna mail it to my local D.J. Yeah and it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play Roll over Beethoven I gotta hear it again today You know my temperature's risin' The jukebox's blowin' a fuse My heart beatin' rhythm And my soul keep-a singing the blues Roll over Beethoven And tell Tchaikovsky the news I got the rockin' pneumonia I need a shot of rhythm and blues I caught the rollin' athritis Sittin' down at a rhythm review Roll over Beethoven They rockin' in two by two Well if you feel and like it Go get your lover then reel and rock it Roll it over then move on up, yes-a Try for further then Reel and rock with one another Roll over Beethoven And dig these rhythm and blues Well early in the mornin' And I'm givin' you my mornin' Don't you step on my blue suede shoes Hey diddle-diddle, I'm-a play my fiddle Ain't got nothing to lose Roll over Beethoven And tell Tchaikovsky the news You know she wiggle like a glow worm Dance like a spinnin' top She got a crazy partner You oughta see 'em reel an rock Long as she got a dime The music will never stop Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven And dig these rhythm and blues |
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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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They're really rockin' in Boston
In Pittsburgh, P. A. Deep in the heart of Texas And 'round the Frisco Bay All over St. Louis Way down in New Orleans All the Cats wanna dance with Sweet Little Sixteen Sweet Little Sixteen She's just got to have About half a million Framed autographs Her wallet's filled with pictures She gets 'em one by one She gets so excited Watch her look at her run Oh mommy mommy Please may I go It's such a sight to see Somebody steal the show Oh daddy daddy I beg of you Whisper to mommy It's all right with you Cause they'll be rockin on bandstand In Philadelphia P.A. Deep in the heart of Texas And 'round the Frisco Bay All over St. Louis Way Down in New Orleans All the Cats wanna dance with Sweet Little Sixteen Sweet Little Sixteen She's got the grown up blues Tight dress and lipstick She's sportin' high heal shoes Oh, but tomorrow morning She'll have to chang her trend And be sweet sixteen And back in class again Cause they'll be rockin on bandstand In Philadelphia P.A. Deep in the heart of Texas And 'round the Frisco Bay All over St. Louis Way Down in New Orleans All the Cats wanna dance with Sweet Little Sixteen |
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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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| 2:39 |
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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
(루이지애나 주 안의 뉴올리언즈 시에서 조금떨어진) Way back up in the woods among the evergreens (깊은 산속 나무가 울창한 숲속에) There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood (나무로 만든 오두막집이 하나 있었지) Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode (거기 조니 B. 구드 라는 소년이 살고있었다네) Who never ever learned to read or write so well (글을 쓰고 읽을줄은 몰라도) But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell (기타 하나만큼은 기가 막히게 연주했지) Go~~ Go~~ (멋지다) Go~ Johnny go~ go~ (조니, 계속 연주해) Go~ Johnny go~ go~ (조니, 계속 연주해) Go~ Johnny go~ go~ (조니, 계속 연주해) Go~ Johnny go~ go~ (조니, 계속 연주해) Johnny B. Goode (조니 B. 구드) He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack (그는 자신의 기타를 삼배자루에 넣고 다녔네) And sit beneath the tree by the railroad track (그리곤 기찻길 옆 숲 사이에 앉았네) The engineer could see him sitting in the shade (오, 기관사가 나무 그늘 아래 있는 그를 보았네) Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made (운전자가 만든 리듬을 타고 있는) The people passing by, they would stop and say (지나가는 사람들이 멈추고 말하길) "Oh my, how that little country boy could play" ("오 세상에, 어린 촌뜨기녀석이 연주할줄아는군") Go~~ Go~~ (멋지다) Go~ Johnny go~ go~ (조니, 계속 연주해) Go~ Johnny go~ go~ (조니, 계속 연주해) Go~ Johnny go~ go~ (조니, 계속 연주해) Go~ Johnny go~ go~ (조니, 계속 연주해) Johnny B. Goode (조니 B. 구드) His mother told him "someday you will be a man" (그의 엄마가 말하길 "너는 멋진 남자가 되어) You will be the leader of a big old band (멋진 밴드의 리더가 될꺼야) Many people coming from miles around (여기서 몇마일쯤 떨어진곳에서 사람들이) To hear you play your music when the sun goes down (해가 질 때 너의 연주를 들으러 올꺼야) And maybe someday your name will be in lights (어느날의 너의 이름은 빛이 될꺼야) Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight" ('오늘밤에 어때 조니 B 구드 어때?' 라고말하면서") Go~~ Go~~ (멋지다) Go Johnny go! (조니, 계속 연주해) Go~~ Go~~ Go Johnny go! (조니, 계속 연주해) Go~~ Go~~ Go Johnny go! (조니, 계속 연주해) Go~~ Go~~ Go Johnny go! (조니, 계속 연주해) Go~~ Johnny B. Goode (조니 B. 구드) |
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Out of all the reindeers you know you're the mastermind
Run, run Rudolph, Randalph aint too far behind Run, run Rudolph, Santa got to make it to town Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down Run, run Rudolph cause I'm wheelin' like a merry-go-round Said Santa to a boy child "What have you been longing for?" "All I want for Christmas is a rock and roll electric guitar" And then away went Rudolph a whizzing like a shooting star Run, run Rudolph, Santa got to make it to town, come on Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down Run, run Rudolph, wheeling like a merry-go-round Run, run Rudolph, Santa got to make it to town, come on Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down Run, run Rudolph, wheeling like a merry-go-round Said Santa to a girl child "What would please you most to get?" "A little baby doll that can cry, sleep, drink and wet" And then away went Rudolph a whizzing like a Saber jet Run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to town Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down Run, run Rudolph 'cause I'm wheelin' like a merry-go-round |
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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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| 2:42 |
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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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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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| 2:22 |
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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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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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Down goes the sun, sitting, ducking on guitar
Up comes the moon, twinkle, twinkle little star One and one is two HITCHIN' two, to make it four Johnny get your guitar, let's go, go, go Johnny plays the guitar at the weekly record hop He starts starts to twist and turn and then they wouldn't let him stop Girls so shook up, seein him shakin on the show Everybody starts to holler go, go, go Duckwalkin on his knees, peckin like a hen Lookin like a locomotive, here he comes again Meow said the kitty PUPPY bow-wow-wow Go and pick your guitar, Johnny don't stop now, oh baby Backed up by a jazz band, layin' on the wood, Mixin Ahmad Jamal in my Johnny B Goode. Sneaking Errol Garner in my Sweet Sixteen, Now they tell me Stan Kenton's cutting Maybelline, oh baby Papa said to Mama, this I never understood, How he picks his guitar, make it sound so good. Use to sound goofy, but I guess it's allright, Cause Papa's takin' Mama to the gig tomorrow night, oh baby |
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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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