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
Well if you ever plan to motor west Just take my way that the highway that the best Get your kicks on Route 66 Well it winds from Chicago to L.A. More
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
It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the Madamoiselle And now the young Monsieur and Madame
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
Just let me hear some of that Rock 'n' 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
Baby doll! When bells ring out the summer free Oh baby doll! Will it end for you and me? We'll sing our old Alma Mater And think of things that used to
I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back home I done talked to the gypsey woman on the telephone She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo That'll be the
Runnin' to-and-fro - hard workin' at the mill. Never fail in the mail - yeah, come a rotten bill! Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia California on my mind Straddled that greyhound, rode him past Raleigh On across Caroline Stopped in Charlotte and
They're really rockin 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
When I build my home, That I shall have some day; It'll be like I want it Oh - and I mean that in every way. I have yet to see any that would cope with
When I was a little biddy 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 My
There was Adam Happy as a man could be 'Til Eve got him messing With that old apple tree Ain't that just like a woman? Ain't that just like a woman?
Eight o'clock in the morning And I'm movin' on out to school With an open book and a sleepy look The teacher can't be fooled I catch a pass in an early
yeah, Betty Jean) Oh oh oh baby (Sing the song Chuckie Boy) I'm in love with you (Oh yeah, Betty Jean) Oh oh oh baby (Keep it singing Chuckie Boy) I
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