CHORUS: a-Be-bop baby
a-Be-bop baby
a-Be-bop baby
She's the gal for me-ee
She got plenty of rhythm, got plenty of jive
And when we dance it really comes alive
My love for her's so tender and sweet
My heart starts poundin' ev'ry time we meet
a-Be-bop baby still in her teens just as sweet as she can be-ee-ee
a-Be-bop baby in her old blue jeans is the be-bop baby for me-ee
a-Be-bop baby for me
CHORUS
I'm gonna find 'er tonight, we're gonna have a time
I want that baby to be mine, all mine
A big day's comin' for my baby and me
The day she says she belongs to me
a-Be-bop baby still in her teens just as sweet as she can be-ee-ee
a-Be-bop baby in her old blue jeans is the be-bop baby for me-ee
a-Be-bop baby for me
CHORUS
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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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