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Oh Carol, don't let him
Steal your heart away
Well I've got to learn to dance
If it takes me all night and day

Well come into my machine
So we can move on out
I know a jumping little joint
Where we can jump and shout
It's not too far back on the highway
Not too long a ride
Well you take your car along
And you park it outside
A little cutie takes your hat
And you can thank her, ma'am
Well every time you're gonna drive
You find the joint is jammed

Oh Carol, don't let him
Steal your heart away
Well I've got to learn to dance
If it takes me all night and day
Auw
Auw

Well if you want to hear some music
Like the boys all play
Hold tight, tap your foot
Don't let it carry you away
Don't let the heat overcome you
Cos they play so loud
While the music will treat you
When they get a crowd
Well you can dance
I know you will, you thought
I got my eyes on you baby
Cos you dance so good

Don't let him
Steal your heart away
I've got to learn to dance
If it takes me all night and day
Well I've got to learn to dance
If it takes you all night and day

Well, I got a woman way cross town
She's good to me, oh ho yeah
Said I got a woman way cross town
She's good to me, oh yeah

She gives me money everytime I need
Yes, you know she's a kind of friend indeed
Said I got a woman way cross town
She's good to me, oh ho yeah

She says she loves me early in the morning
Just for me, oh ho yeah
She says she loves me early in the morning
Just for me, oh yeah

She says she loves me just for me, yeah
You know she loves me so tenderly
Said I got a woman way cross town
She's good to me, oh yeah
Ow!

She's there to love me
All day and night
Never grumbles or fusses
Just treats me right
Never runnin' in the streets
Leave me alone
She knows a woman's place
Is right back there with her hanging around the home

Got a woman way cross town
She's good to me, oh yeah
Well, I got a woman way cross town
She's good to me, oh yeah

Well, she's my baby, don't you understand
That I, I, I, I, I'm her loving man
Said I got a woman way cross town
She's good to me, oh ho yeah

Well, that much is alright
Well, that much is alright

I got a woman
Way cross town
She's good to me
Oh ho ho yeah

She's so fine you know I wished she was mine
I get shook up every time we meet

I'm talkin' 'bout 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

Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

His mother told him "Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight."

Go go
Go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go go go Johnny go
Go
Johnny B. Goode

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
Standing 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 thinking...
Well if she's in the mood
No need to break it
I got the chance, and I oughta take it
If she'll dance, then we can make it
Come on 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
Standing 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 omit it
If it's a rocker, that'll get it
And if it's good, she'll admit it
C'mon queenie, let's get with it

Go, go, go, little queenie
Go, go, go, little queenie
Go, go, go, little queenie

Long distance information
Give me Memphis, Tennessee
Try to find the party
Trying to get in touch with me
She would not leave her number
But I know who placed the call
Cos my uncle took the message
And he wrote it on the wall

Help me, information
Get in touch with my Marie
She's the only one who'd phone me here
From Memphis, Tennessee
Her home is on the south side
Just beyond the ridge
Just a half a mile
From the Mississippi Bridge

Help me, information
More than that I cannot add
Only that I miss her
And all the fun we had
We were pulled apart
Because her mom would not agree
Help me get in touch with her
In Memphis, Tennessee

The last time I saw Marie
She was waving me goodbye
With hurry homedrops on her cheek
That trickled from her eyes
Marie is only six years old
Information please
Help me get in touch with her
In Memphis, Tennessee

Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, 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've got no kick against modern jazz
Unless they try to play it too darn fast
And lose the beauty of the melody
Until they sound just like a symphony

That's why I go for that that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, 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 across the tracks
So she can hear my man awail a sax
I must admit they have a rocking band
Man, they were blowing like a hurricane

That's why I go for that that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, 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 had a jubilee
The jokey folks they had a jamboree
They're drinking home brew from a water cup
The folks dancing there are all shook up

And started playing that that rock and roll music
Any old time you use it
It's got a back beat, 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

Don't care to hear them play a tango
And In the Mood they take a mambo
It's way to early for a congo
So keep a rocking that piano

That's why I go for that that rock and roll music
Any old time you use it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Gotta be rock and roll music
If you wanna dance with me
If you wanna dance with me

Well gonna write a little letter
Gonna mail it to my local D.J.
It's a rocking little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
Gotta hear it again today

You know my temperature's rising
And the jukebox blows a fuse
My heart beating rhythm
While my soul keeps singing the blues
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news

I got a rocking pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I caught it off the writer
Sittin' down by the rhythm reviews
Roll over Beethoven
We're rockin' in two by two

Well if you feel it and like it
Well get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up
Just triffle further and reel and rock it
Roll it over
Roll over Beethoven
A rocking in two by two - Ooo

Well early in the morning
I'm a giving you the warning
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey diddle diddle
I'll play my fiddle
Ain't got nothing to lose
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news

You know she wiggles like a glow worm
Dance like a spinning top
She's got a crazy partner
Oughta see them reel an rock
Long as she's got a dime
The music will never stop
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Dig to these rhythm and blues

They're really rocking in Boston
Philadelphia, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
On down in Frisco Bay
All over Saint Louis
On down to New Orleans
All the cats want to dance with
Sweet little sixteen

Sweet little sixteen
She just got to have
About half a million
Framed autographs
Her wallet is filled with pictures
She get 'em one by one
Becomes so excited
Watch and look at her run boy who
Mommy mommy
Please may I go
It's such a sight to see
Somebody steal the show
Oh daddy daddy
I beg of you
Well please say it to mommy
It's all right with you
Ow!

Sweet little sixteen
She's got the grown-up blues
Tight dresses and lipstick
She's blowing high healed shoes
Well by tomorrow morning
She'll have to change her train
Become sweet sixteen
A back in class again

Yea cos they're really rocking in Boston
Philadelphia, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
On down in Frisco Bay
All over Saint Louis
On down to New Orleans
All the cats want to dance with
Sweet little sixteen

Running to and fro, hard
Working at the mail
Never fail
Get the mail
Yeah, some rotten deal
Ow!

Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to invite them again

Say me
Talking to me
Tryin' to run me up a creek
She used to buy one
Try to pay me again next week
Ow!

Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to invite them again

Long-haired, good-looking
Trying to get me hooked
Or me to marry
Settle down
Get the horn by the bull
Ow!

Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to invite them again

Mediocre money
Being fighting in the hall
Army bunk, army go
Army chow, army cook
Ow!

Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to invite them again

Same thing every day
Getting up, going to school
No need to make complaining
My objection's overruled
Ow!

Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to invite them again

Working in the filling station
Too many tires
Wipe the windows
Check the tire
Check the oil and all the gas
Ow!

Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business
Don't want your moderation, get away, leave me