Johnny Otis Fonkitup歌词

I know a cat named Way Out Willie He's got a cool little chick named Rockin' Millie He can walk and stroll and Susie Q And do that crazy hand jive too Papa told Willie, "you'll ruin my home You and that hand jive have got to go" Willie said, &qu

(Hey Baby, What do I have to do,) (To make you love me too,) You've got to roll with me Henry; (Alright baby) Roll with me Henry; (Don't mean maybe) Roll with me Henry; (Any ole time) Roll with me Henry; (Don't change my mind) Roll with me Henry; You

As I stand alone on this moonful night for the first time I feel alone in life. As I watched the moon kiss the starlit sky I feel the need for your lips to press close to mine. For so long I been afraid to love, but right now I feel the need for love

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[ti:Willie & the Hand Jive] [ar:Johnny Otis] [al:Doo Wop 59] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.13]Willie & the Hand Jive - Johnny Otis [00:10.60]I know a cat named Way Out Willie [00:12.70] [00:15.24]He's got a groovy little chick named Rockin' Millie [00:1

I hurt myself today, to see if i still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real. The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting, try to kill it all away, but i remember everything. What have i become? my sweetest friend. Everyone i know

Long distance information, give me Memphis, Tennessee Help me find a party that tried to get in touch with me She could not leave a number, but I know who placed the call 'Cause my uncle took a message, and he wrote it on the wall Help me, informatio

As I was motivatin' over the hill I saw Mabellene in a Coup de Ville A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford The Cadillac doin' about 95 She's bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side Maybellene, why can't you be true Oh, M

Johnny Mathis Misty Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand, I get misty just holding your hand. Walk my way, And a thousand violins begin to play Or it might be the sound of your h

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, Way back up in the woods among the evergreens, There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode, Who never ever learned to read or write so well, But he cou