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Hey, let's do the Cherokee Dance (Chick-a-bop, chick-a-bop, chick-a-boom) Dance all wild and then romance Take three steps forward and bow your head Dance until your face turns red Grab your gal and spin around Take three steps back and then squad out As you straighten up on your feet Dance all around to this crazy beat Take three steps forward and bow your head Body's damp and face is red Grab your gal and spin around Take three steps back and then squad out As you straighten up on your feet Dance all around to this crazy beat (Chick-a-bop, chick-a-bop, chick-a-boom) Hey, let's do the Cherokee Dance (Chick-a-bop, chick-a-bop, chick-a-boom) Let's get ready to romance Take three steps forward and rub her head Tell her she's nice, don't be afraid Grab your gal and spin around Take three steps back and then squad out As you straighten up on your feet Dance all around to this crazy beat Take three steps forward and bow your head Tell her she's nice, don't be afraid Grab your gal and spin around And take three steps back and then squad out As you straighten up on your feet Kiss your baby on this last beat (Chick-a-bop, chick-a-bop, chick-a-boom) (Chick-a-bop, chick-a-bop, chick-a-boom) |
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I've got them broke down Harley Davidson blues I started out with this basket case I thought I'd made quite a find I paid my money and took the thing home Folks thought I was outta my mind Cussin' and kickin' I got the thing runnin' Headed down the road with my motor just a gunnin' There came a knockin' noise down by my shoe I've got them broke down Harley Davidson blues. I pulled off the road and got to a station No one could figure out what in tarnation Was makin' that knockin' noise down deep in her soul So I twisted and tightened and pounded and turned But the man shook his head and said "Well, I think she's burned" Settin by the road with a hadful of screws I've got the broke down Harley Davidson blues **musical interlude** Sittin' by the side ponderin' my fate, When up pulls a man, and I'm tryin' to look straight. Walked right up to me with a big old frown on his face Said, "Boy, you get this here pile of junk Lowdown rusty pice of funk Call someone and have it moved from this place. I've got them broke down Harley Davidson blues (spoken): "Say, boy, ehy you got a license? Sure hope you got papers for that thing! You don't have no warrants out on ya?" "Huh?" "Get this thing outta here |
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Well I was walkin' down the street Mindin' my own affairs When two policemen come up from behind And grab me unawares They said "You big bad Burton Cummings?" I said "Why sure!" They said "You're the cat we been lookin' for!" Well, I was framed. Framed, framed, framed I was blamed Framed, framed, framed Well I never do nothin' But I always get framed Well they took me to the lineup And let those bright lights shine There were 6 poor souls like me Standin' up there in that line The judge got a witness And got her way up on the witness stand A woman jump up, start screamin' "That's your man!" I was framed. Framed, framed, framed I was blamed Framed, framed, framed Well I never do nothin' But I always get framed Well the prosecutin' attorney started prosecutin' me Man, I mean that cat let loose and gave me the third degree He says "Where were you on the night of July 16th, 1963?" I said "I was cruisin'... just my sweetie and me..." I was framed. Framed, framed, framed I was blamed Framed, framed, framed Well I never do nothin' But I always get framed I get framed I get set up With circumstantial evidence Innocent bystander, stand by me I'm gon' need you |
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