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Nineteen years old and as sweet as she could be
All dressed up like a downtown Christmas tree Dancin' and hummin' a rock 'n' roll melody She's the daughter of a well respected man who taught her how to jerk and understand then she became a rock 'n' roll music fan Sweet little rock 'n' roller, sweet little rock 'n' roller Her daddy doesn't have to scold her Her partner can't hardly hold her Because she never gets any older Sweet little rock 'n' roller Shoulda seen her eyes when the band began to play and the famous singer sang and bowed away When the stars were gone she screamed and yelled hurray Ten thousand eyes were watchin' them leave the floor Five thousand tongues are screaming out "More" and "More" About fifteen hundred waiting outside the door Sweet little rock 'n' roller, sweet little rock 'n' roller Her daddy doesn't have to scold her Her partner can't hardly hold her Because she never gets any older Sweet little rock 'n' roller |
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Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it It's got a backbeat you can't lose it Any old time you use it It's gotta be rock and roll music If you wanna dance with me If you wanna dance with me I have no kicks against modern jazz Unless they try to play it too darned fast And change the beauty of the melody Until it sound just like a symphony That's why I go for that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a backbeat you can't lose it Any old time you use it It's gotta be rock and roll music If you wanna dance with me If you wanna dance with me I took my loved one over 'cross the tracks So she could hear my man a-wailin' sax I must admit they have a rockin' band Man they was blowing like a hurricane That's why I go for that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a backbeat you can't lose it Any old time you use it It's gotta be rock and roll music If you wanna dance with me If you wanna dance with me Way down south they gave a jubilee I tell you folks they had a jamboree And drinking beer from a wooden cup The folks a-dancin' got all shook up They started playing that rock and roll music Any old way you choose it It's got a backbeat you can't lose it Any old way you use it It's gotta be rock and roll music If you wanna dance with me If you wanna dance with me Say if you wanna dance with me If you wanna dance with me If you wanna dance with me It's gotta be some of that If you wanna dance with me |
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It was 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 slow you never can tell They furnished off an apartment With a two room Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed With T.V. dimmers 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 rockin' 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 T'was a cherry-red fifty nine They drove it down to New Orleans To celebrate their anniversary It was there that Pierre Was wedded to the lovely mad'moiselle "C'est la vie", say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell |
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Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville
Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read or write so well But he could play his guitar like ringin' a bell yell Said go, go Johnny! Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! Johnny B. Goode... He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Sit beneath a tree in the railroad track Old engineer in the train sittin' in the shade Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by would stop and say: "Oh my, oh my, what the boy can play" Said go, go Johnny! Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! Johnny B. Goode... Mama said: "Son, you gotta be a man, You got to be the leader of a reggae band People comin' in from miles around To hear you play until the sun goes down Boy, someday your name will be in the lights Sayin' JOHNNY - JOHNNY B. GOODE TONITE" I said go, go Johnny! Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! Johnny you better be good Said go, go Johnny! Johnny be good tonight! Go, go Johnny! Johnny B. Goode... |
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Arrested on charges of unemployment
He was sitting in the witness stand The judge's wife called up the district attorney Said, "Free that brown-eyed man You want your job, you better free that brown-eyed man" Flying across the desert in a TWA I saw a woman walking across the sand She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay To reach a brown-eyed handsome man Her destination was a brown-eyed handsome man Way back in history, three thousand years Back ever since the world began There's been a whole lot of good women shedding tears Over a brown-eyed handsome man A lot of trouble - was a brown-eyed handsome man The 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 That's what your daddy is - a brown-eyed handsome man" Marlo Venus was a beautiful lass She had the world in the palm of her hand But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match To win a brown-eyed handsome man She fought and won herself a brown-eyed handsome man Well, 2-3 the count an' nobody on He hit a high fly into the stands a-rounding 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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They're really rockin' in Boston
In Pittsburgh, Pa. Deep in the heart of Texas And round the 'Frisco Bay All over St.Louis And 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 Famed autographs Her wallet filled with pictures She gets them one by one Becomes 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 alright with you" 'Cause they'll be rockin' on Bandstand In Philadelphia, Pa. 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 'Cause they'll be rockin' on Bandstand In Philadelphia, Pa. 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 dresses and lipstick She's sportin' high - heel shoes Oh but tomorrow morning She'll have to change her trend And be sweet sixteen And back in class again Well the'll be rockin' in Boston Pittsburgh, Pa. Deep in the heart of Texas And round the 'Frisco Bay Way out in St.Louis Way down in New Orleans All the cats wanna dance with Sweet Little Sixteen |
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Running to and fro, hard working at the mill,
Never failed at the mill, there come a rotten bill. Too much monkey business, too much monkey business, Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you. Salesman talkin' to me tryin' to run me up a creek, Says you can buy it, go on try it, you can pay me next week. Too much monkey business, too much monkey business, Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you. Blonde hair, good-looking, trying to get into get me married Get a home, settle down by the book. Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you. Same thing every day, getting up, going to school, No need for me complaining, my objection's overruled. Too much monkey business, too much monkey business, Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you. Oh! Pay-phone, something's wrong, dime gone, will mail, Oughta sue the operator for telling me a tale. Too much monkey business, too much monkey business, Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you. Been to Yokohama, baby, fighting in the war, Army bunk, army chow, army clothes, army car. Too much monkey business, too much monkey business, Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you. Working in the filling station, too many checks, Wipe the windows, check the oil, check the tires, dollar gas? Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you. |
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Riding along in my automobileMy baby beside me at the wheelI stole a kiss at the turn of a mileMy curiosity runnin' wildCrusin' and playin' the radioWith no particular place to goRiding along in my automobileI was anxious to tell her the way I feelSo I told her softly and sincereAnd she leaned and whispered in my earCuddlin' more and drivin' slowWith no particular place to goNo particular place to goSo we parked way out on the KokomoThe night was young and the moon was goldSo we both decided to take a strollCan you image the way I feltI couldn't unfasten her safety beltRidin' along in my calabooseStill trying to get her belt a-looseAll the way home I held a grudgeFor the safety belt that wouldn't budgeCrusin' and playin' the radioWith no particular place to go
Lyrics © REGENT MUSIC CORPORATION |
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Gonna give you 30 days to get back home
Gonna talk to the gypsy woman gonna tell her so She gonna put out a worldwide voodoo That'll be the very thing that'll suit you Gonna see that you be back home in 30 days Gonna talk to the judge in private early this morning He took me to the sherrif's office to sign a warrant Gonna put across something against you That'll be the very thing that'll send ya Gonna see that you be back home in 30 days 30 days (30 days) 30 days (30 days) Gonna see that you be back home in 30 days (30 days) Gonna put across something against you That'll be the very thing that'll send ya Gonna see that you be back home in 30 days If I don't get no satisfaction from the judge Gonna take it to the FBI & the local fuzz If they don't give me no compensation I'm gonna take it to the United Nations Gonna see you be back home in 30 days 30 days (30 days) 30 days (30 days) Gonna see that you be back home in 30 days (30 days) If they don't give me no compensation I'm gonna take it to the United Nations Gonna see you be back home in 30 days -- repeat last verse -- |
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