I'm tryin' to forget you
But try as I may
Your still my every thought, dear
Every day
No use tryin' to forget you
'Cause I realize
That I'm tryin' to forget you
With tears in my eyes
And those teardrops only remind me
That I love you more and more
So I'll put my foolish pride behind me
And go knockin', knockin' at your door
And I'll be tryin' to impress you
Hopin' to possess you
Now I know I haven't a chance, dear
There's no denyin'
But you can't blame a fellow for tryin'
And those teardrops only remind me
That I love you more and more
So I'll put my foolish pride behind me
And go knockin', knockin' at your door
And I'll be tryin' to impress you
Hopin' to possess you
Now I know I haven't a chance, dear
There's no denyin'
But you can't blame a fellow for tryin'
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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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