(Dickie Peterson) Why don't you ride in it, babe Why don't you ride in my Cadillac Come on and ride in it, babe Why don't you ride in my Cadillac You know my window's rolled down And baby, my seat is back Well tell me baby, what'd you-what'd you think about that!
Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillac!
I'm gonna run it on strong with high-grain alcohol I said I'll run it on strong with high-grain alcohol And she might even compete, Show it's nimble roll I tell you baby, baby that ain't all.
Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillac! (Come back here awhile, yeah!)
Said she's a storm flyin' buggy Lord, she was built to last Yeah she's a storm flyin' buggy Lord, she was built to last Know I slide down my windows And I stomp down on that gas Well tell me baby, what'd you-what'd you think about that!
Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillac!
Said she's a storm flyin' buggy Lord, she was built to last Yeah she's a storm flyin' buggy Lord, she was built to last Oh, I can let down my windows And I stomp down on that gas So won't you ride, baby, ride C'mon and ride, baby, ride Get on and ride, baby, ride C'mon and, ride, ride, ooooh!
Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillac! Ride in it, babe Ride in it, babe Ride in my, my, my Blues Cadillaaaaac!
Hush, ya'll hush, I heard little Anna Mae callin' my name Hush, ya'll hush, I heard little Anna Mae callin' my name Well, you know that girl kind-a lisp-tongued, she can't speak so doggone plain Anna Mae, she's a good little girl, but, she loves to run around at night Anna Mae, she's a good little girl, but, she loves to run around at night Well, you know if I can get her mind on me, she'd be so fit to treat me right. Bye-bye, Anna Mae, I hope we'll meet again someday Bye-bye, Anna Mae, I hope we'll meet again someday Well, now you won't be so doggone evil, baby, you better change your low down ways
One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock, Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, rock, Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, rock, We're gonna rock around the clock tonight.
Put your glad rags on and join me, hon, We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one, We're gonna rock around the clock tonight, We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight. We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.
When the clock strikes two, three and four, If the band slows down we'll yell for more, We're gonna rock around the clock tonight, We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight. We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.
When the chimes ring five, six and seven, We'll be right in seventh heaven. We're gonna rock around the clock tonight, We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight. We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.
When it's eight, nine, ten, eleven too, I'll be goin' strong and so will you. We're gonna rock around the clock tonight, We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight. We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.
When the clock strikes twelve, we'll cool off then, Start a rockin' round the clock again. We're gonna rock around the clock tonight, We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight. We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.
I found my thrill on blueberry hill On blueberry hill when I found you The moon stood still on blueberry hill And lingered until my dreams came true The wind in the willow played sweet melody But all of those vows we made Were never to be Tho’ we’re apart, you’re part of me still For you were my thrill on blueberry hill The wind in the willow played Love’s sweet melody But all of those vows we made Were never to be Tho’ we’re apart, you’re part of me still For you were my thrill on blueberry hill
