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Bill Haley - vocal/guitar
Franny Beecher - guitar
Billy Williamson - steel
Al Rex - bass
Cliff Leeman, Ralph Jones - drums
Johnny Grande - piano/accordion
Rudy Pompilly - sax
Recorded:
1957, Decca Studio, New York City
© Peer Int, BMI
We're gonna rock rock this joint
We're gonna rock rock this joint
We're gonna rock rock this joint
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
Well six times six is thirty-six
I ain't gonna hit for six more licks
We're gonna rock (hey rock) rock this joint
We're gonna rock (hey rock) rock this joint
We're gonna rock (hey rock) rock this joint
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
Do the beetle-bop right side by side
Flying low and flying wide
We're gonna rock (hey rock) rock this joint
We're gonna rock (hey rock) rock this joint
We're gonna rock (hey rock) rock this joint
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
Well seven times five is thirty-five
Man-oh-man-oh-man alive
We're gonna rock (hey rock) rock this joint
We're gonna rock (hey rock) rock this joint
We're gonna rock (hey rock) rock this joint
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
Go-go-go go-go-go go-go-go go-go-go
Well little boy blue come blow your horn
The cats in the meadow gonna rock till morn'
We're gonna rock (hey rock) rock this joint
We're gonna rock (hey rock) rock this joint
We're gonna rock (hey rock) rock this joint
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
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© Fred Rose Music, BMI
© Jamie Music, BMI
If all the guys you ever knew
Were lined in columns two by two
Then I wonder (wonder) just how many there would be
And if all the guys you ever kissed
Were marked on paper on a list
Then I wonder (wonder) just how many there would be
Well there must have been a million
For everywhere you go
You seem so well acquainted everybody says "hello"
And if I could count all the broken hearts
Like mine would be if we should part
Then I wonder (wonder) just how many there would be
Well there must have been a million
For everywhere you go
You seem so well acquainted everybody says "hello"
And if I could count all the broken hearts
Like mine would be if we should part
Then I wonder (wonder) just how many there would be
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© Box And Cox Music, BMI
Well I saw my baby walkin'
With another man today
Well I saw my baby walkin'
With another man today
When I asked her what's the matter
This is what I heard her say
See you later Alligator
After 'while crocodile
See you later Alligator
After 'while crocodile
Can't you see you're in my way now
Don't you know you cramp my style
When I thought of what she told me
Nearly made me lose my head
When I thought of what she told me
Nearly made me lose my head
But the next time that I saw her
Reminded her of what she said
See you later Alligator
After 'while crocodile
See you later Alligator
After 'while crocodile
Can't you see you're in my way now
Don't you know you cramp my style
She said I'm sorry pretty daddy
You know my love is just for you
She said I'm sorry pretty daddy
You know my love is just for you
Won't you say that you'll forgive me
And say your love for me is true
I said wait a minute 'gator
I know you mean it just for play
I said wait a minute 'gator
I know you mean it just for play
Don't you know you really hurt me
And this is what I have to say
See you later Alligator
After 'while crocodile
See you later Alligator
After 'while crocodile
Can't you see you're in my way now
Don't you know you cramp my style
See you later Alligator
After 'while crocodile
See you later Alligator
So long
That's all
Goodbye
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© Keefer-Kinder Music, BMI
© Peer Int, BMI
Pace the floor stop and stare
I drink a cup of coffee
Start to pulling out my hair
I drink forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Waiting for you to come home
A quarter to twelve
And you're still not in
The way you run around
Is a doggone sin
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
Forty cups of coffee
A quarter to three
I start watching the clock
The phone won't ring
So I'm waiting for your knock
A quarter to four
You ain't got home yet
I try to be cool
And smoke a cigarette
You knock on the door
About a quarter to five
I wanna hug you and kiss you
And say thank God that you're alive
I drank forty cups of coffee
(Forty cups of coffee)
Forty cups of coffee
(Forty cups of coffee)
Forty cups of coffee
But I'm glad you finally came home
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© USI A Music, ASCAP
Rock and rolling all the day
Rock and rolling all the way
Rock and rolling to the end
Til' the saints go marching in
Oh when the saints go marching in
Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Now when old Frank comes swinging in
When old Franny swinging in
Well I want to be in that number
When old Franny swinging in
Now when the sax begins to wail
When old Rudy starts to wail
Well I want to be in that number
When old Rudy starts to wail
Oh when the rhythm starts to go
When that rhythm starts to go
Well I want to be in that number
When that rhythm starts to go
Oh when the band play rock 'n' roll
When the Comets rock and roll
Well I want to be in that number
When the Comets rock and roll
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© USI A Music, ASCAP
Sway with me
Sway with me
It will be heavenly
Heavenly sway with me
Hold me tight
Hold me tight
Make tonight
Sweet delight
Say you'll stay
Sway with me
Sway
Sway
Sway
Stay
Heavenly
Sway with me
Sway with me
Sway with me
It will be heavenly
Heavenly sway with me
Hold me tight
Hold me tight
Make tonight
Sweet delight
Say you'll stay
Sway with me
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© Milene Music, ASCAP
It's a sin my darlin' how I love you
Because I know our love can never be
It's a sin to keep this memory of you
When silence proves that you've forgotten me
The dream I built for us has tumbled
Each promise has been broken like my heart
It's a sin my darlin' how I love you
So much in love and yet so far apart
The dream I built for us has tumbled
Each promise has been broken like my heart
It's a sin my darlin' how I love you
So much in love and yet so far apart
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© Roosevelt Music, BMI
Keep that candle burnin' bright mother
I'll be kinda late tonight mother
There's a yellow moon above mother
Shinin' on the one I love mother
Burn that candle night and day
Burn that candle light my way
Keep that doorway open wide
Till I'm strollin' thru that doorway with my bride
While that candle's burnin' high mother
I'll be with my sugar pie mother
We'll be comin' home you know mother
Lookin' for that candle glow mother
Burn that candle night and day
Burn that candle light my way
Keep that doorway open wide
Till I'm strollin' thru that doorway with my bride
After we have had the wedding mother
To the candle we'll be headin mother
So before we're winin' dinin' mother
Start that candle light a shinin' mother
Burn that candle night and day
Burn that candle light my way
Keep that doorway open wide
Till I'm strollin' thru that doorway with my bride
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© Ludlow Music, BMI
© Venice Music, BMI
Let's rip it up
Well Saturday night
And I just got paid
Fool about my money
Don't try to save
My heart says
Go go have a time
'Cause it's Saturday night
And baby I feel fine
I'm gonna rock it up
I'm gonna rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
I'm gonna break it up
I'm gonna lock it up
At the ball tonight
Well I got me a baby
And I won't be late
Pick her up in my 88
A shag going down
By the social hall
When the joint starts jumping
Gonna have me a ball
Well along about ten
I'm breezing high
I walk on out to
That groovy sky
But I don't care
If I spend my dough
'Cause tonight I'm gonna be
One happy soul
Well Saturday night
And I just got paid
Fool about my money
Don't try to save
My heart says
Go go have a time
'Cause it's Saturday night
And baby I feel fine
Well along about ten
I'm breezing high
I walk on out to
That groovy sky
But I don't care
If I spend my dough
'Cause tonight I'm gonna be
One happy soul
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