I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind. Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh, On across Caroline. Stopped in Charlotte
I'm gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ. It's a rockin' rhythm record I want my jockey to play. Roll Over Beethoven, I gotta hear
I don't need no fields of whiskey Don't indulge in beer or wine But baby, you turn me on And blow my ever-lovin' mind Now, let's do our thing together
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
Ah, ha, ha, ha, da, dah-um-dah Ah, ha, ha, dah-um-dah, da Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ah, ha, ha-um-ha da Who knows how to love me (talkin' about you
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
Well, I'm goin' out to San Francisco They tell me ev'rything out there is really all right All the boys are coolin' on the corner The little girls out
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
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
I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat, I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street, I shouted to the driver hey conductor, you must slow
Looks like I'll go on through my life bound in sorrow I'm a loser right from the start Now I've lost the only one I really loved And I'm bound to this
Running to and fro Hard working at the mail Never fail in the mail Yet come a rotten deal {Refrain:} Too much monkey business Too much monkey business
When I was a little bitty 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.
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
samba, o rhythm'n'blues Tornaram-se os ancestrais, os pais do rock and roll Rock e o nosso tempo, baby Rock and roll e isso Chuck Berry fields forever
Way 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
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. As I was motivatin' over
Out of all the reindeers you know you are the mastermind Run, run Rudolph, Randalph ain't too far behind Run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to