Bad luck baby put the jinx on me, I got the heeby jeebies and I can't get well, I got the heeby jeebies and it's you I gotta tell, If I can't find my
Get Rich Quick 2:15 Trk 25 (J. Feather, L. Feather) Little Richard (Richard Penniman) Little Richard - vocal W. Mays - trumpet, F. Jackson - ten.
I'm all alone Alone in this world I'm all alone And I lost my only girl I'm all alone Yes, I need some one to love I'm all alone Alone in this world
Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, won't you come along with me? Jenny, Jenny, ooh, Jenny, Jenny Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, won't you come along with me? Jenny, Jenny, ooh
Keep a knockin' but you can't come in Keep a knockin' but you can't come in Keep a knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night and try it
I dreamed I was arrested Charged with a crime Forgot to plead innocent 'Cause darling, you're not mine Oh why? Why should it happen to me? Well, I'm
Oh, oh, oh, Miss Ann, you're doin' something no-one can Yeah, yeah, yeah, Miss Ann, you're doin' something no-one can Believin' and deceivin', it's drivin
Ooh! My soul Baby baby, baby baby, baby Don't you know my love is true? Honey honey, honey honey, honey Get off of that money Love love, love love,
Ready, set, go man go I got a girl that I love so I'm ready, ready, ready Teddy I'm ready, ready, ready Teddy I'm ready, ready, ready Teddy I'm ready
There's a sweet little girl that lives down the street Some people think she's square but I think she's sweet You can see her every day, strolling up
Saturday night and I just got paid I'm a fool about my money, don't try to save My heart says "go go, have a time" Saturday night and I'm feelin' fine
Send me some lovin' Send it I pray How can I love you When you're far away? Oh, send me your picture Send it, my dear So I can hold it Pretend you are
She can't help it, the girl can't help it She can't help it, the girl can't help it If she walks by, the men folks get engrossed (She can't help it,
Bop bopa-a-lu a whop bam boo Tutti frutti, oh Rudy Tutti frutti, oh Rudy Tutti frutti, oh Rudy Tutti frutti, oh Rudy Tutti frutti, oh Rudy A whop bop-
Oh, true fine mama, she's really on the ball Yes, true fine mama, she's really on the ball She hears my every plea, comes to my beckon call Oh, come
Boo a-hoo a-hoo a-hoo I cried over you I love you so I'll never let you go Oh baby, baby, please Set my poor heart at ease I love you so I'll never let
Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin' Been told a long time ago Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin' Been told long time ago I been told