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Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true? You just started doing the things you used to do As I was motivatin' over the hill I saw Maybellene in a Coup De Ville A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford The Cadillac doin' about ninety-five She's bumper to bumper, rollin' side to side Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true? You've just started back doing the things you used to do The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford The Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more It then got cloudy and it started to rain I tooted my horn for a passin' lane The rain water blowin' all under my hood I knew that was doin' my motor good Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true? You've started back doing the things you used to do Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true? You've just started back doing the things you used to do The motor cooled down, the heat went down And that's when I heard that highway sound The Cadillac a-sittin' like a ton of lead A hundred and ten, a half a mile ahead The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still And I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true? You've started back doing the things you used to do |
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| 2. |
| 2:25 |
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I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back home
I done called up the gypsey woman on the telephone She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo that'll be the very thing that'll suit you I'm gonna see that you be back home in thirty days Oh thirty days (thirty days) Oh thirty days (thirty days) Baby, I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days Gonna send out a world wide hoodoo that'll be the very thing that'll suit you I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days. I done talked to the judge in private early this morning And he took me to the sheriff's office to sign a warrant Gonna put a false charge agin' ya That'll be the very thing that'll send ya I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days Oh thirty days (thirty days) Oh thirty days (thirty days) I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days Gonna put a false charge agin' ya that'll be the very thing that'll send ya I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days If I don't get no satisfaction from the judge I'm gonna take it to the FBI and voice my grudge If they don't give me no consolation I'm gonna take it to the United Nations I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days Oh thirty days (thirty days) Oh thirty days (thirty days) Baby I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days You don't give me no consolation I'm gonna take it to the United Nations I'm gonna see that you'll be back home in thirty days |
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| 2:45 |
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I bought a brand new airmobile
It was custom made It was a Flight DeVille With a powerful motor And some hideaway wings Push in on the button and you will hear her sing Now you can't catch me Baby, you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close You know I'm gone like a cool breeze New Jersey Turnpike in the wee wee hours I was rolling slowly 'cause of drizzlin' showers Here come a flattop, he was movin' up with me Then come wavin' goodbye In a little, old suped-up mini I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll Moanin' sirens, 'twas the state patrol So I let out my wings and then I blew my horn Bye-bye New Jersey I become airborne Now you can't catch me Baby you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close You know I'm gone like a cool breeze Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night Wasn't a gray cloud floatin' in sight Big full moon shinin' up above Cuddle up honey, be my love Sweetest little thing I ever seen I'm gonna name you Mabelline Flyin' on the beam set on flight control Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll Two, three hours a-passed us by Altitude dropped to 505 Fuel consumption way too fast Let's get on home before we run out of gas Now you can't catch me No baby, you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close You know I'm gone like a cool breeze |
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| 4. |
| 2:52 |
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A stranger lying on a bar room floor
Had drank so much he could drink no more, So he fell asleep with a troubled brain To dream that he rode on that downbound train. The engine with blood was sweaty and damp And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp, And imps for fuel were shovelling bones While the furnace rang with a thousand groans. The boiler was filled with lager beer The devil himself was the engineer, The passengers were most a motley crew, Some were foreigners and others he knew. Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in rags Handsome young ladies and wicked old hags. As the train rushed on at a terrible pace Sulphuric fumes scorched their hands and face, Wider and wider the country grew Faster and faster the engine flew, Louder and louder the thunder crashed Brighter and brighter the lighting flashed, Hotter and hotter the air became Till their clothes were burned and they were screaming with pain. Then out of the distance there came a yell Ha ha said the devil we're nearing home, Oh how the passengers shrieked with pain And begged old Satan to stop that train. The stranger awoke with an anguished cry His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high, He fell on his knees on the bar room floor And prayed a prayer like never before. And the prayers and vows were not in vain For he never rode that downbound train. |
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| 2:20 |
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A-a-arrested on charges of unemployment
He was sitting in the witness stand The judges wife called up the district attorney She said, "Free that brown-eyed man. If you want your job, you better free that brown-eyed man." Flying across the desert in a TWA, I saw a woman walkin' 'cross the sand. She'd been walking thirty miles en route to Bombay To meet a brown-eyed handsome man, Her destination was a brown-eyed handsome man. Way back in history, three thousand years, In fact ever since the world began, There's been a whole lotta good women shedding tears All for a brown-eyed handsome man, (It)'sa lot of trouble with a brown-eyed handsome man. 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, Just like your daddy He's a brown-eyed handsome man." Marlo Venus was a beautiful lass, She had the world in the palm of her hand She lost both her arms in a wrestling match To meet a brown-eyed handsome man, She fought and won herself a brown-eyed handsome man. 2-3 the count with nobody on He hit a high fly into the stands Round to 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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| 6. |
| 2:25 |
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Well I'm-a write a little letter
I'm gonna mail it to my local D.J. Yeah and it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play Roll over Beethoven I gotta hear it again today You know my temperature's risin' The jukebox's blowin' a fuse My heart beatin' rhythm And my soul keep-a singing the blues Roll over Beethoven And tell Tchaikovsky the news I got the rockin' pneumonia I need a shot of rhythm and blues I caught the rollin' athritis Sittin' down at a rhythm review Roll over Beethoven They rockin' in two by two Well if you feel and like it Go get your lover then reel and rock it Roll it over then move on up, yes-a Try for further then Reel and rock with one another Roll over Beethoven And dig these rhythm and blues Well early in the mornin' And I'm givin' you my mornin' Don't you step on my blue suede shoes Hey diddle-diddle, I'm-a play my fiddle Ain't got nothing to lose Roll over Beethoven And tell Tchaikovsky the news You know she wiggle like a glow worm Dance like a spinnin' top She got a crazy partner You oughta see 'em reel an rock Long as she got a dime The music will never stop Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven And dig these rhythm and blues |
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| 2:57 |
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Runnin' to and fro, hard workin' at the mill
Never failed in the mail, yet come a rotten bill Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Salesman talking to me tryin' to run me up a creek Says you can buy it, go on try it, you can pay me next week Ah, too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Blonde haired, good lookin' tryin' to get me hooked Wants me to marry, get a home, settle down, write a book Ha, too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Same thing every day, gettin' up, goin' to school No need to be complainin', my objections overruled Ah, too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Pay phone, somethin' wrong, dime gone, will mail I ought to sue the operator for tellin' me a tale Ah, too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in I been to Yokohama, been a fightin' in the war Army bunk, army chow, army clothes, army car Ha, too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks Wipe the windows, check the tires, check the oil, dollar gas Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business I don't want your botheration, go away, leave me be Too much monkey business for me |
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| 3:09 |
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Havana moon, Havanna moon
Me all alone with jug of rum Me stand and wait for boat to come Is long de night, is quiet de dark De boat she late, it's twelve o'clock Me watch de tide easin' in Is low de moon but high de wind Havana moon, Havana moon Me all alone, me open de rum Is long de wait for boat to come American girl come back to me We'll sail away across de sea We'll dock in New York De buildin's high We find a home in de sky Havana moon, Havana moon Me still alone, me sip de rum Me wonder when de boat she come To bring me love, oh sweet little thing She rock'n'roll, she dance and sing She hold me tight, she touch me lips Me eyes they close, me heart she flip Havana moon, Havana moon But still alone me drinkin' de rum Begin to think de boat no come American girl she tell a lie She say "Till then," she mean "Goodbye " Havana moon, Havana moon Me lay down alone, was good de rum Me fall asleep, de boat she come De girl she look till come de dawn She weep and cry, return for home De whistle blow, me open me eyes Was bright de sun, was blue de sky Me grab me shoes, me jump and run Me see de boat head for horizon Havana moon, is gone de rum De boat she sail, my love she gone Havana moon, Havana moon Havana moon, Havanna moon |
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