Top 15 Chuck Berry Quotes

She followed him around where he played his guitar Till he got so popular they made him a star Then she could only see him on a TV screen And hoped someday that he'd come back to New Orleans Everybody liked her and was knocking on wood But soon there came a baby for Lady B. Goode

I feel good, like it's party time, don't you know And it blew my mind when she smiled and said hello But it broke my heart when she told me it's time to go

I was looking for joy Yes, yes, yes, yes When I was little bitty boy <p>If I would have known what makes a world go 'round I would have known what goes up must come down If you love me like I love you Mademoiselle, je vous aime, voulez-vous?

California, California Soon I'll be with you watching your sunset in the evening Movies and show plays, beaches and free ways California, from my home I'll be leaving

Can’t help it, but I love it Stand here, sing to you Brings back so many memories Many things we used to do ‘Till I see you here again Take care, good luck to you

Ow! Have mercy on my little Tulane She's too alive to try to live alone And I know her needs And although she loves me She's gonna try to make it While the poor boy's gone <p>Somebody should tell her to live And I'll understand it And even love her more When I come back home

Tulane and Johnny opened a novelty shop Back under the counter was the cream of the crop Everything was clickin’ and the business was good Till one day, lo and behold, an officer stood Johnny jumped the counter but he stumbled and fell But Tulane made it over Johnny just as he yelled <p>Go head on, Tulane, he can’t catch up with you Go Tulane, he ain’t man enough for you Go Tulane, use all the speed you got Go Tulane, you know you need a lot Go Tulane, he’s laggin’ behind Go head on, Tulane

So let me be your driver, let me be your driver I would love to ride you, I would love to ride you downtown Drive you so slow and easy you won't wanna put me down

Well Dad, send the money, See what I can see, Try to find a Cadillac, A Sixty-two or three. Just something that won't worry us To keep it on the road. Sincerely, your beloved son, Henry Junior Ford

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia Tidewater four ten o nine Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin' And the poor boy's on the line

They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell <p>"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

No particular place to go, So we parked way out on the Kokomo The night was young and the moon was bold So we both decided to take a stroll Can you imagine the way I felt? I couldn't unfasten her safety belt!

The little girl's creative, a repertoire that rings, And Hollywood is waiting, to see the way she swings. She'll be graduating, goin' on to higher things, The little girl from Central is gonna take on wings.

Nadine, honey is that you? Oh, Nadine, honey is that you? Seems like every time I see you Darling, you got something else to do

So come on, I wanna see you baby, come on I don't mean maybe, come on I'm tryin' to make you see That I belong to you and you belong to me