This is a story 'bout a girl that I knew She didn't like my songs And that made me feel blue She said: a big band is far better than you...
She don't rock 'n' roll, she don't like it She don't do the stroll, well she don't do it right Well, ev'rythings wrong and my patience was gone When I woke one morning And remembered this song O-oh-oh, kinda catchy, I hoped That she would talk to me now And even allow me to hold her hand And forget that old band.
I strolled around to her pad Her light was off and that's bad Her sister said that my girl was gone But come inside, boy, and play, play, play me a song! I said yeah! here I go She's kinda cute, don't you know? That after a while of seeing her smile I knew we could make it, make it in style!
So now I've got all I need She and I are in love, we've agreed She likes this song and my others too So now you see my world is... Because of this tune! What a boon this tune! I tell you soon We'll be lying in bed, happily wed, And I won't think of that girl Or what she said...
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