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Rip It Up |
Words and Music by Robert A. Blackwell and John S. Marascaico from "Little Richard-King Of Rock 'n' Roll" TVP Records TVP 1026
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.
I'm gonna rock it up, *whoo*
Rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
Gonna ball it up
I'm gonna rock it
And ball tonight.
Well almost 'bout ten I'll be flying high
I'll rock on out unto the sky
I don't care if I spend my dough
Tonight I'm gonna be one happy soul
I'm gonna rock it up, *whoo*
Rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
Gonna ball it up
I'm gonna rock it
And ball tonight, ("aww"-scream)
instrumental interlude
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.
I'm gonna rock it up, *whoo*
Rip it up
Gonna shake it up
Gonna ball it up
I'm gonna rock it
And ball tonight.
Well almost 'bout ten I'll be flying high
I'm gonna rock on out unto the sky
I don't care if I spend my dough
Tonight I'm gonna be one happy soul
I'm gonna rock it up, *whoo*
Gonna rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
Gonna ball it up
I'm gonna rock it
And ball tonight.
Well, it's 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
FADE
I'm gonna rock it up
I'm gonna rip it up
*whoo* = Little Richard's trademark scream which is almost impossible to spell
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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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