Get out of that bed, baby, wash your face and hands Get on in that kitchen, make some noise with your pots and pans Come on, fix my breakfast 'cause you know I'm a hungry man Well, you wearin' short dresses with the hem stitching four mile high Yeah, you wearin' short dresses with the hem stitching four mile high You know you shake up everybody when they see you come traipsing by Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go You know you got everybody shook up when you go, go, go I'm like a one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store I'm like a one-eyed cat a-peeping in a seafood store Girl, you look so good, when they see you walkin' 'cross the floor Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go You know you got everybody shook up when you go, go, go

Buddy Holly - Shake, rattle and roll Well get out from that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans Get out from that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans Well roll my breakfast 'cause I'm a hungry man When you wear those dresses the sun comes shinin' through When you wear those dresses the sun comes shinin' through I cant believe my eyes, all of this belongs to you I said shake, rattle and roll Shake, rattle and roll Shake, rattle and roll Shake, rattle and roll Well you never do nothin' to save your doggone soul Way over the hill and wigged out underneath Way over the hill and wigged out underneath You make me roll my eyes baby make me grit my teeth I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a sea-food store I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a sea-food store I can look at you tell you don't love me no more

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!