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Saw you in the front row Moving to the beat Just movin´ and groovin? Killed me when I saw The wet patch on your seat Was it Coca Cola? Oh baby I hope you liked the show When the band

In the beginning Back in nineteen fifty five Man didn´t know ´bout a rock ?n? roll show ?N all that jive The white man had the schmaltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna

Ridin? down the highway Goin? to a show Stop in all the byways Playin? rock ?n? roll Gettin? robbed Gettin? stoned Gettin? beat up Broken boned Gettin? had Gettin? took I tell you folks It´s harder than it looks It´s

It´s criminal There ought to be a law Criminal There ought to be a whole lot more You get nothin´ for nothin´ Tell me who can you trust We got what you want And you got the lust If you

Humdinger Bell ringer Got a nasty stinger To slow you down Mud slinger Gold digger Who point the finger And do you down Kickin? and a fightin? on a TV show Lightin? blindin? in the middle of the road Are

I got a big fat Cadillac built for you I got a honk that´ll blow the avenue Got a hot dog kickin? all bend my thing Got a a sugar looking woman with a bald headed man Give me five

Livin? easy, lovin? free, season ticket, on a one – way ride Askin? nothin´, leave me be, takin? everything in my stride Don´t need reason, don´t need rhyme Ain´t nothing I´d rather do Goin? down, party time, My friends are

Well you ask me ´bout the clothes I wear And you ask me why I grow my hair And you ask me why I´m in a band I dig doin? one night stands And you wanna see me do my

Hey you, yeah you Sometimes I think this woman is kinda hot Sometimes I think this woman is sometimes not Puts me down, fool me around Why she do it to me Out for satisfaction Any piece of action That

A Rollin? rock, Electric shock She gives a lickin? that doesn?t stop [That don´t stop] She line ´em up, Push you round Smokin? rings going round and round Her hot potatoes Will elevate you Her bad behavior Will leave you

He be the count of monte cristo Could be a quake any day Maybe somebody from siam Begin the era of a new rage Keeps lickin? all the honey Chewin? up the fat he rakes Instead of sending to the

One two three Ruby, Ruby, where you been so long Done took to drinkin? whiskey Baby since you been gone Ain´t no one I know do it as good as you Lickin? on that lickin? stick the way you do

She takes you down easy Going down to her knees Going down to the devil Down, down to ninety degrees Oh, She’s blowing me crazy Till my ammunition is dry Oh, She’s using her head again She’s using her head

Well there be no words of fighting around here Cause nothin´ don´t matter cause it ain´t clear Well it could be on a Monday Or it could be even Sunday So if you can´t stand the distance You better disappear