Breathless (Great Balls Of Fire / Soundtrack Version) - Jerry Lee Lewis

Yo, yo, yo, yo Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons Burn, handgun herns, standin firm Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic' Skull tactic, sporatic, Asiatic, long awaited Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated You hated us, cuz we immortal on wax Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax Shillac em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I'm boxin Professional vets, now comin through vexed I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress And Leatha Face pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered By my block sponsers, monster Tonka truck ya The whole train conductor A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds Infrared, signin on the glock, splittin ya head Drippin wet from death threat messages I inject Intellect reflects worldwide over Internets Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smokin like incense Vets broken into the flesh, soakin in ya own mess Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows Holdin ya breath, gaggin for a bit of oxygen Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document Lockin position, invision, adapt critical condition Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin you Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexin you Claim professional, but I never met you Son I never forget you I slaughter foes when my particles wet you To the Rescue Professional vets, now comin through vexed I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue Slash hope, raw burnin, freezin thoughts are cold Ballistic missle lift off, now one behold My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume With grief fallin on me in a breeze, the seas partin It's two men awesome, uncanny The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw Menate the the law, practice my ambition Understand determination, plus my burnin condition Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster Exotic lens, bionic Timb's, hardco' organic The floor panic when revolvin, Shaolin dodgin Potion of my juice, it's "Houston we have a problem" Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse The crash course, the portions of my Porsche Divorse it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it Toss the smokin corpse, seldom sing Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin and swarmin Vikin style, strikin without warnin a nation Standin ovation, rap devastation New animation, the scandal Bandle the best part, damsel in distress, I'll bless you God damn you! To the rescue Professional vets, now comin through vexed I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

My name is Jerry Lee Lewis, come from Louisiana I'm gonna do you a little boogie on this here piano Doing mighty fine, I'm gonna make you shake it I'll make you do it and make you do it, until you break it It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day Well, down in New Orleans, the land of dreams The best doggone place, son, you have ever seen The cats go wild, do a boogie that's hot My boogie woogie makes you want to stop and do the bop It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day Aw, oh, boy Well, now let's cruise on down to old Memphis town That's where that Presley boy said, "You ain't nothing but a hound" But now you take my boogie, it keeps you in the groove Then your sacroiliac begins to shiver and a move It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day Oh, boogie woogie when your hips start rockin' honey And your knees start knockin', Lewis boogie, Lewis way Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day

Well, Bonnie-Bonnie B, she's like a little queen bee She stands out among the others, you see She makes me happy, makes me feel so good I would marry Bonnie B if I could But we're too young, got a long time to wait Bonnie baby, that don't mean hesitate 'Bout lovin' me So, kiss me Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie B, Bonnie-Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie-Bonnie B, she's the pride of our school When she walks down the hall Well, all the kids all drool With her long blond hair and cherry pink lips Turned up nose that makes a cat wanna flip Flip over Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie B, Bonnie-Bonnie-Bonnie B Well, I told Bonnie B to take a ride with me Told her I'd show her all she could see She don't know, but it'll be too dark But that lover's lane is where I plan to park And I'm gonna ask her if I can kiss her then And if I can, I'm gonna do it again More tenderly, when I kiss my Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie B, Bonnie-Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie-Bonnie B, she's the pride of our school When she walks down the hall Well, all the kids all drool With her long blond hair and cherry pink lips And turned up nose that makes a cat wanna flip Flip over Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie B, Bonnie-Bonnie-Bonnie B

Lucille, come on home where you belong Hey, I'm talkin' to you, Lucille Baby, come on home where you belong You was raised in Memphis, Tennessee, girl Get your little self back home Lucille, please come home, baby I need your lovin', Jerry Lee don't mean maybe, woo! You was raised in Memphis, baby Better get your little self back home Yeah, come home now Yeah Well, I woke up this morning and Lucille was not in sight When I asked my friends about her, Lord, and all they did was laugh Lucille, come on home where you belong You know we're rockin' and rollin' whole night long Play guitar, son, woo! Well, Lucille Come on home where you belong Give it to me now Lucille, come on home where you belong Let's make rockin Jerry Lee happy, make it home One more time Lucille, come on now Lucille, woo! Lucille, beggin' on bendin' knee, baby I need your lovin', girl Play it on me heavily, heavily, heavily, heavily, heavily, heavily, baby Yeah, woo! Port rock and roll

Well, I'm just out of school I'm real-real cool I got the jump, got the jive Got the message, I'm alive I'm a wild, I'm wild one Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one I'm gonna keep a-shakin' I'm gonna keep a-movin', baby Don't you cramp my style, I'm a real wild child Come on, baby, shake all night long Shake 'til the meat come off of the bone 'Cause I'm a wild one Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one I'm gonna keep a-shakin' Gonna keep a-movin', baby Don't you cramp my style, I'm real wild child Yeah! Yeah, I gonna pick you up in my 88 Get ready, sugar, now don't be late We're gonna move it all night long Until a whole lotta shakin' goin' be on I'm a wild one Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one I'm gonna keep a-shakin' I'm gonna keep a-movin', baby Don't you cramp my style, I'm a real wild child Whoa! Yeah, I really get to movin' when the sun goes down Oh, after dark, I can get around Gonna move on, I'll make every hop When we start to boppin', I sure can't stop But I'm a wild one Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one I'm gonna keep a-shakin' I'm gonna keep a-movin', baby Don't you cramp my style, I'm a real wild child I'm a real wild child I'm a real wild child I'm a real wild child Watch out!

Lord, I got lumps in my throat When I saw her comin' down the aisle I got the wiggles in my knees When she looked at me and sweetly smiled There she is again, she's standin' over by the record machine Woah lookin' like a model on the cover of a magazine She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile I was thinkin' She's in the mood, no need to break it Got a chance, I ought to take it If she can dance I might make it Come on, Queenie, let's shake it Go go go little Queenie Go go go little Queenie Go go go go little Queenie There she is again, she's standin' over by the record machine Oh lookin' like a model on the cover of a magazine She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile I was still thinkin' If this is a slow song, we'll omit it If this is a rocker, that'll get it If it's good, Honey I'll admit it Come on Queenie, let's get it Go, go, go, Little Queenie Go, go, go, Little Queenie Go, go, go, go go Little Queenie, hey Go, go, go, Little Queenie, hey Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Little Queenie Go, go, go, Little Queenie, go!