| Lyrics | Artist | Bonus Info |
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| I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine. | |
| All of my love, all of my kissin', you don't know what you been a-missin. | |
| We got chicken in the barn-Who's barn? What barn? My Barn!' | |
| When the chimes ring five, six and seven, we'll be right in seventh heaven. | |
| Hey mama don't you treat me wrong, come and love your daddy all night long! | |
| I walk forty-seven miles of barbed wire, used a cobra snake for a necktie. | |
| Well-a, bless my soul what's-a wrong with me? I'm itchin' like a man on a fuzzy tree. | |
| I don't need no tutti fruitti, no lollipop, c'mon baby just rock, rock, rock! | |
| | Lyrics | Artist | Bonus Info |
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| 'Cause they'll be rockin' on Bandstand in Philadelphia P.A. | |
| You said you love me but you can't come in, come back tomorrow night and try it again! AAAAAAA! | |
| Well my mom and papa told me 'Son you gotta make some money!' | |
| Aww, baby that's a-what I like! | |
| Give him a lonely heart, like Pagliacci... and lots of wavy hair like Liberace! | |
| Though we're apart, I will love you still, cause you were my thrill. | |
| It's a one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready now, go cat go! | |
| You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion! | |
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