The best things in life are free / But you can keep them for the birds and bees / Now give me money / That’s what I want
Baixar Mais Tocadas: Jerry Lee Lewis
Can you really rock and roll Billy Boy Billy Boy / Can you really rock and roll charming Billy / Yes I can really rock and roll I can even do the stroll / But I’m a young cat and I can’t leave my mother
Well, come on over, baby, whole lot of shakin’ goin’ on / Yes, I said come on over, baby / Baby, you can’t go wrong / We ain’t fakin’, whole lotta shakin’ goin’ on
Well it hit me just like lightning / Last night when I came home / Walked into the old lonesome house / I found my baby gone
BreathlessNow if you love me please don’t tease If I can hold then let me squeeze My heart goes round and round My love comes a tumblin’ down You leave me ahhhhhhh Breathless Ah! I shake all over and you know why I am sure its love honey thats no lie Cause when you call my name You know I burn like a wooden flame You leave me ahhhhhh Breathless! OOOOOOOhhhhhh baby Oooooooh crazy! Your much to much Honey I can’t love you enough It’s alright to hold me tight But when you love me love me riiiiighhhht! Ah come on baby now don’t be shy This love was ment for you and I Wind, rain, sleet or snow I am gonna be wherever you go You have left me ahhhh Breathless Ah! Piano Solo Guitar Solo WEeeeeeellll oooooh baby mmmmnnn crazy Your much to much I can’t love you enough Well its alright to hold me tight But when you love me love me right Ah come on baby now don’t be shy This love was ment for you and I Wind, rain, sleet or snow I am gonna be wherever you go You leave me ahhhh Breathless Ah!
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain / Too much love drives a man insane / You broke my will / But what a thrill
Hello baby yeah this is the Big Bopper speaking ha ha you sweet thing / Do I what will I what oh baby you know what I like / Chaintily lace and a pretty face and a pony tail hangin’ down / A wiggle and a walk and a giggle and a talk made the world go round
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay / Gone are the toils of the cotton fields away / Gone to the fields of a better land I know / I hear those gentle voices calling, “Old Black Joe”