Lyrics: Chuck Berry. Definitive Collection. Little Queenie.

I got lumps in my throat
When I saw her comin' down the Isle
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
Mean while I was thinkin'

She's in the mood, no need to break it
I got the chance, I oughta take it
If she will 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 the magazine
She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen
Mean while I was still thinkin'

If it's a slow song we'll omit it
If it's a rocker, that we'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
Let's get it, everybody