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LITTLE QUEENIE I got lumps in my throat When I saw her comin' down the aisle I got the wiggles in my knees When she looked at me and sweetly smiled There she is again, standin' over by the record machine Lookin' like a model on the cover of a magazine She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile I is thinkin' She's in the mood, no need to break it I got a chance, I oughtta take it If she'll dance, we can make it Come on, Queenie, let's shake it! Go, go, go, Little Queenie Go, go, go, Little Queenie Go, go, go, Little Queenie If this is a slow song, we'll omit it If this is a rocker, that'll get it And if it's good, she'll admit it Come on, Queenie let's get with it! |
