This is a story 'bout a girl that I knew
she didn't like my songs
and that made me feel blue
she said: ";a big band is far better than you";...
She don't rock 'n' roll, she don't like it
she don't do the stroll, well she don't do it right
well, ev'rythings wrong and my patience was gone
when I woke one morning
and remembered this song
O-oh-oh, kinda catchy, I hoped
that she would talk to me now
and even allow me to hold her hand
and forget that old band.
I strolled around to her pad
her light was off and that's bad
her sister said that my girl was gone
";But come inside, boy, and play, play, play me a song!";
I said ";Yeah! Here I go";
She's kinda cute, don't you know?
That after a while of seeing her smile
I knew we could make it, make it in style!
So now I've got all I need
She and I are in love, we've agreed