I like to do me a little rock, do me a little roll Country boogie woogie God is deep down in my soul But it's good, got a hold on me And I'm the boogie, woogie, boogie, boogie Boogie, woogie man from Tennessee Hey woman, let me catch you bulldog, let me take your bone Shake it for ya, break it for ya all night long It's got a hold on me And I'm your boogie, woogie, boogie, boogie Boogie, woogie man from Tennessee, yeah baby Was born in Louisiana in the middle of a swamp I'm like a backwater bullfrog, I'm ready to jump Thank God, it's got a hold on me I'm your boogie, woogie, boogie, boogie Boogie, woogie man from Tennessee Play it Kenny Oh Lord, I love to boogie, I damn sure love to boogie But oh, boogie, woogie I'm your boogie, woogie, boogie, boogie Boogie, woogie man from Tennessee, yeah

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!

Yeah! Oh, Johnny B. Goode! Give it to me He's down in Lousiana, close to New Orleans Back up in the woods among the evergreens Stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned to read or write so well He played the guitar like the ringin' of a bell Oh, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Oh, oh, Johnny B. Goode Yeah, he used to carry guitar in a gunny sack Sittin' 'neath the trees by the railroad track The old engineer would blow it on a lovely day Hittin' it to the rhythm that the drivers made People passin' by used to stop and say "Oh, that little country boy could play" Go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Whoa, Johnny B. Goode Well, his mama told him, someday, son, you gonna be a man Say you're gonna be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around Hear you play your music when the sun goes down Maybe someday your name will in light Johnny B. Goode, tonight Go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, go, Johnny, go Go, go, go, go Oh-ho Lord, Johnny B. Goode Give it to me now! Oh, go, go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Go, Johnny, go, go Oh, Johnny B. Goode Whoo! I said go! Oh, give it to me! Oh, Johnny B. Goode