Rockin’ chairs, rockin’ babies,
Rock-a-bye, rock of ages,
Side by side well be together always,
I’ll be with you, through our rockin’ years!
I wanna to jump but I’m afraid I’ll fall
I wanna to holler but the joint’s too small
Young man rhythm’s got a hold of me too
I got the rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu
I don’t wanna hear no back talk speaking go on and shut yer mouth
And everything’s gonna work out tight if you act like you been told
So don’t try to lay no boogie woogie on the king of rock and roll.
So that’s right dude, meet me at the bleachers
No principals, no student-teachers
Both of us wanna be the winner, but there can only be one
So I’m gonna fight, gonna give it my all
Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to ya
That’s right, I’m the last one standing, and another one bites the dust
Few times I’ve been around that track
So it’s not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
I ain’t no hollaback girl
Well I’m on my way
I don’t know where I’m going
I’m on my way
I’m taking my time
But I don’t know where
Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona
Seein’ me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
Oh, well there’s Flo on my left and
Then there’s Mary on my right,
And Janie is the girl, well, I’ll be with tonight,
And when she asks me which one that I love the best?
I tear open my shirt and I show 'Rosie on my chest,
Cause I’m the wanderer, the wanderer,
I roam around, round, round, round…
All the day long whether rain or shine
She’s a part of the assembly line
She’s making history,
working for victory
Rosie the Riveter
Keeps a sharp lookout for sabotage
Sitting up there on the fuselage
That little frail can do more than a
male will do
Rosie the Riveter
Oh, I love my Rosie child,
She got the way to make me happy,
You and me, we go in style.
Cracklin’ Rose, you’re a store bought woman,
You make me sing like a guitar hummin’,
So hang on to me, girl,
Our song keeps runnin’ on…
Delta Dawn what’s that flower you have on?
It’s just a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say,
He was a-meetin’ you here today?
To take you to that mansion in the sky…
Well, we’re moving on up to the east side
To a deluxe apartment in the sky
Moving on up to the east side
We finally got a piece of the pie
Fish don’t fry in the kitchen
Beans don’t burn on the grill
Took a whole lotta trying
Just to get up that hill
Now we’re up in the big leagues
Getting our turn at bat
As long as we live, it’s you and me baby
There ain’t nothing wrong with that
Bye, bye Miss American Pie,
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry,
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die–
This’ll be the day that I die.
I scream you scream we all scream for her
Don’t even try 'cause you can’t ignore her
She’s my cherry pie
Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie oh yeah
I came across a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree
Can she bake a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Can she bake a cherry pie, Charming Billy?
She can bake a cherry pie, quick as a cat can wink her eye
But she’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Billie Jean is not my lover,
She’s just a girl who says I am the one,
But the boy is not my son…
Jean, Jean, roses are red,
All the leaves have gone green,
And the clouds are so low,
You can touch them, and so,
Come out to the meadow, Jean.
Bluejean baby
L.A. lady,
Seamstress for the band…
Tiny dancer in my hand…
You walk in the room and you’re wearing a frown,
You reach for the shelf and cradle it down–
The Music Box Dancer, what does it prove?
Only that you need to see a statue that moves.
A tutu of satin, bordered with lace,
Slender lines, agile legs, a wonderland face,
Her beauty is balanced, an immovable pose,
Eternally destined to remain on her toes.
What do you see
You people gazing at me
You see a doll on a music box
That’s wound by a key
And the flashlight shows you something moving just inside the door
There’s a tattered dress and a feeling you have felt somewhere before.
And there’s the creepy doll
That always follows you
It’s got a ruined eye
That’s always open…