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 temp… - Chuck Berry

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

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?

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