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Juke Box Baby |
[Words and Music by Joe Sherman and Noel Sherman]
When my jukebox baby takes the floor
'round the old jukebox in the candy store
The joint starts jumpin' till the roof comes tumblin' down
(Choo-choo-wah, choo-choo-wah, shooby-doo-wah)
Jukebox baby, you're the swingin'-est doll in town
(Jukebox baby) put a nickel in for Maybelline
(Jukebox baby) drop another one for Seventeen
Jukebox baby) whisper to your daddy-o three little love words
(Kokomo)
How ya gonna get your homework done
When you keep that jukebox on the run
You don't dig Latin like ya dig that crazy sound
(Choo-choo-wah, choo-choo-wah, shooby-doo-wah)
Jukebox baby, you're the swingin'-est doll in town
(Jukebox baby) I hear you knockin'
(Jukebox baby) Keep the coin box hoppin'
(Jukebox baby) Tell me sincerely
That you ain't forgettin' no Tina Marie
(Hip-hip, hop-hop, ho-ho, aww揺ah!!)
Oh, jukebox baby, my jukebox baby, jukebox baby
(Jukebox baby, jukebox baby, jukebox baby)
All your lunchtime money goes down the slot
You could live on air if the music's hot
You just ain't quittin' till ya rock that clock around
(Choo-choo-wah, choo-choo-wah, shooby-doo-wah)
Jukebox baby, you're the swingin'-est doll in town
(See ya later) (Alligator)
Oh hey, ring-a-dinga what a dungaree doll I've found
Run them there now
Jukebox baby, jukebox baby
You're the wingin'-est, dingin'-est, swingin'-est doll in town
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Title:My Truly, Truly Fair Artist: Guy Mitchell - Contributor:Webmaster
| [Written by Bob Merrill]
(Oh, hooooo)
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
(There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her)
(Flowers for her golden hair)
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Some men plow the open plains, some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid, for work I have no time
She's My, truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Once I sailed from Boston Bay bound for Singapore
But one day out and I missed her so
I swam right back to shore
Back to my truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
I love she and she loves me, pardon if I boast
At times we fight all the live-long night
'Bout who loves who the most
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Soon I'm gonna marry her, love her till I die
There ain't no livin' on love alone
But still I'm gonna try
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair (for her golden hair)
How I love my truly fair (loves his truly fair)
Wow, how I love my truly fair (how he loves his truly fair)
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