We’re Gonna Rock Around Tonight

Here I am, back in town again
It’s Saturday night, I’m ready then
Well, I comb my hair, put my cat clothes on
C’mon, pretty mum, we’re gonna move along

We’re gonna rock around tonight
We’re gonna rock around tonight
We’re gonna rock around ‘til the early morning light

Come on cats, put on the style
Gonna make a party that drives you wild
Swing all around with your sweety chicks
We won’t stick around when we get our kicks

Come on boys, let’s do the town
Move on over and slip all around
Flip ’n’ flop and rock the bop
Dig the Rockabilly at the high school hop

Boppin’ B
Beck, Hertel, Sturm, Weiser (M+T)
NiWo Musikverlag

All By Myself

Little girl, don't you understand?
I wanna be your lovin' man
All by myself, all by myself
I don't need no one to love you
Gonna love you all by myself

Well, meet me in a hurry behind the barn
Don't be afraid, I'll do you no harm
All by myself, all by myself
I don't need no one to love you
Gonna love you all by myself

Well, I got a girl who's six feet tall
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall
All by herself, all by herself
I don't need no one to love her
Gonna love her all by herself

Well, I got a girl who lives on the hill
She won't love you but her sister will
All by herself, all by herself
I don't need no one to love you
Gonna love you all by herself

Johnny Burnette
Bartholomew, Domino (M+T)
EMI Partnership Musikverlag GmbH

Teenage Queen

We got a big ol’ Benz full of dirt and dust
It often starts to cook, but it’s our boppin’ bus
We got a cold wet room to learn our songs
It would better be used as a cage for King Kong
We got porno posters there on the wall
And the sound that we play knocks you out of the hall

One, two, three, come along with me
Four, five six, c’mon get your kicks
Seven, eight, nine, just say you’re mine
Ten, eleven, we’re really in heaven
Twelve, thirteen - c’mon be my teenage queen

We are the band called Boppin’ B
Playin’ Newbilly with a crazy beat
Didi, Tommy, me and Golo
On your brand-new HiFi-phono
We got the slappiest bass in the human race
And the greatest guitar – no time to waste

The band was born in A-burg town
And they know us all around
A-burg girls are pretty as can be
Girls, girls, girls – but none for me
Every night I hope and pray
A chick like you will come my way

Boppin’ B
Beck, Hertel, Sturm, Weiser (M+T)
NiWo Musikverlag

Mrs. Bop

She’s a downtown chick
With swinging hips
Baby blue eyes and strawberry lips
And they call her Mrs. Bop
Call her Mrs. Bop
‘Cause she’s got to rock
Gonna rock, roll, hey boys!

Every Friday night she’s got new dancing shoes
When she’s spinning ‘round in circles they’re all turned lose
And when she’s strollin’ down the dancefloor all you can do
is jump – shimmy – boogaloo

She’s got a wiggle in her walk
And a giggle in her talk
And they call her Mrs. Bop
Call her Mrs. Bop
‘Cause she’s got to rock
Gonna rock, roll, hey boys!

Boppin’ B
Beck, Hertel, Sturm, Weiser (M+T)
NiWo Musikverlag

Boppin' Bee

Well, I woke up this morning and felt so ill
Went to my doctor to get me some pills
The doctor looked at me and said: “O-wee
Son, you need a sting from the Boppin' Bee”

He gave me the address of the Boppin' Bee
And I took the next train down to Tennessee
When I stood in front of her, face to face
Man, she really shooked me all over the place

Boppin' Bee, Boppin' Bee - sting me
Boppin' Bee, Boppin' Bee - sting me
Boppin' Bee, Boppin' Bee - sting me
She makes me lose my mind

I drank forty cups of coffee, smoked a hundred cigarettes
And then she came to love me in her used-out bed
Well, I can't live no longer without her magic touch
She got me from the start and now I love her much too much

Boppin’ B
Beck, Hertel, Sturm, Weiser (M+T)
NiWo Musikverlag

Outlaws

I got a handful of nothing
And the dark skies above
Sorrow an’ pain drives me insane
All that’s left is a burdon so rough

Lonesome roads I’ve been travellin’
Morning mist below
Rain in my shoes, singin’ the Blues
Cold wind an’ snow an’ no place to go

Outlaws
They’re never reachin’ home
Again an’ again
They have to travel on

Oh my God, why did you leave me?
Didn’t I pray everyday
Give a devil woman to a hell-bound man
Could you do that for me, it would be so grand

Just give me half a minute
To dry my tears
I’m so sorry for my boring story
Sit down, son, let’s have another beer

Boppin’ B
Beck, Hertel, Sturm, Weiser (M+T)
NiWo Musikverlag

Well Now Dig This

Well, now dig this

Well, now dig this, Baby, I insist
If you’re like this, then we just can’t miss
Do you dig my glance, do you like to dance?
Won’t you take a chance, on a little romance?

I’m not a rollin’ Romeo, I’m just a groovin’ Daddy-O
Now, Baby, if you dig me, here’s what it’s gonna be

Sippin’ cherry cokes, tellin’ corny jokes
If you’re not a mugs, come an’ meet my folks

Lots of chug-a-lug bars, and Jaguar cars
And a trip to Mars, among the moon and stars
If you’re in your teens, and you like blue-jeans
Movie magazines, pretty moonlight scenes

I’m not a rollin’ Romeo, I’m just a groovin’ Daddy-O
And Baby, is what you do, man, I’m tellin’ you

If you dig this, seal it with a kiss
Hey, we can’t miss, well now dig this

The Jodimars
F. Pingatore (M+T)
Jimskip Music Inc

Oh, Annie

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Boppin’ B
Beck, Hertel, Sturm, Weiser (M+T)
NiWo Musikverlag

Cherokee Rock

There once was an Indian whose name was Sitting Bull
Everybody knows that Indian whose name was Sitting Bull
One night he went on ridin’ on to the mountain top
He took all his natives with him and all they did was rock

They called it the Cherokee Rock
Yeah, they called it the Cherokee Rock
Well, they rocked all nite ‘til the break-up day
Jumped on a pong and rolled away
They called it the Cherokee Rock

They called it the Cherokee Rock
They called it the Cherokee Rock
Their Papa had learnt them the solid rock
And they all came to dance from near and far
To learn that Cherokee Rock

They called it the Cherokee Rock
Yeah, they called it the Cherokee Rock
Well, he was in heat and she was in heat
And they all flipped out to the crazy beat
They’re calling the Cherokee Rock

Chuck Wheeler
Wheeler (M+T)
Greenhorn Musikverlag GmbH & Co. KG

Then I’ll Know For Sure

Baby, kiss me once
Baby, kiss me twice
Then I’ll know for sure
This evening will be nice

Hold me in your arms
Squeeze me with your charms
Then I’ll know for sure
Your love for me is warm

Darling, treat me right
Honey, hold me tight
Then I’ll know for sure
That we will spend the night

Let me kiss your lips
Let me touch your hips
Then I’ll know for sure
My heart, my mind just flips

Let me hold your hand
Say to me you can
Then I’ll know for sure
That I’m your lovin’ man

Boppin’ B
Hertel (M+T)
NiWo Musikverlag

Fat Croonin’ Tramp

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Boppin’ B
Beck, Hertel, Sturm, Weiser (M+T)
NiWo Musikverlag

Prettiest Gal In Town

She’s got one sweet mouth (Hey, tell us who)
Two hot lips (man, is that true?)
And three volt in her fingertips

She’s all so fine, she’s the lovin’ kind
She’s every minute on my mind
An’ I love her so, I’ll never let her go
She’s the prettiest girl in town

She’s got one pretty nose
Two brown eyes
Her view throws you in paradise

She’s got a very nice face
Light blond hair
And a dream of a skin it’s all so fair

She smells like roses
Her hands feel warm
She’s got hypnotic magic charms

She’s got horny hips
A super waste
The taste of her kiss is my favourite taste

Boppin’ B
Beck, Hertel, Sturm, Weiser (M+T)
NiWo Musikverlag

All I Can Say

All I can say is she’s wonderful
She is really marvellous
The touch of her lips on mine
Drives me insane
Oh Lord, you know
I’ve been a travellin’ man
I hope I found my home now

All I can say say is she’s mine
And if she gives me time
Both of my tremblin’ hands
Will build a dream
Oh Lord, don’t take
This girl away from my heart
‘Cause that would be a sin

All my life
I missed the sweet caress
That keeps my frozen heart so warm
And all my days
I spent in misery
But now I know the reason
Why I was born

Blue eyes they were shining bright
In summer on her golden hair
The warmth of her tender breath
It was coverin’ my pain
Oh Lord, you know
That’s a memory of lost paradise
So give it back to me these days

Boppin’ B
Beck, Hertel, Sturm, Weiser (M+T)
NiWo Musikverlag

Banana Boat Boogie

I can’t go without banana boat boogie

Banana Boat Boogie - all night long
Banana Boat Boogie - you can’t go wrong
Banana Boat Boogie - when the sun goes down
Banana Boat Boogie - don’t waste your time

Banana Boat Boogie is a song about that
Crazy rhythm for a crazy cat
Everybody’s listen get the boogie flu’
It’s the Banana Boat Boogie- choo, choo, choo

Banana Boat Boogie is a song about this
Move a little closer, gal, an’ gimme a kiss
Everybody get a shot of Rhythm ’n’ Blues
It’s the Banana Boat Boogie- choo, choo, choo

Banana Boat Boogie is a song about chicks
See them strollin’ on the dancefloor doin’ mambo kicks
Parents shake their heads, can’t believe it’s true
It’s the Banana Boat Boogie- choo, choo, choo

Boppin’ B
Beck, Hertel, Sturm, Weiser (M+T)
NiWo Musikverlag

Baby, Let’s Play House
Oh, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby Baby….
Come back, Baby, I want to play house with you

Well, you may go to college, you may go to school
You may have a pink Cadillac, but don't you be nobody's fool
Now Baby, come back, Baby, come
Come back, Baby, come
Come back, Baby, I want to play house with you

Now listen and I'll tell you, Baby, what I'm talking about
Come on back to me, little girl, so we can play some house
Now Baby, come back, Baby, come
Come back, Baby, come
Come back, Baby, I want to play house with you

Oh let's play house, Baby

Now this is one thing, Baby, that I want you to know
Come on back and let's play a little house and we can act like we did before
Now Baby, come back, Baby, come
Come back, Baby, come
Come back, Baby, I want to play house with you

Well, listen to me, Baby, try to understand
I'd rather see you dead, little girl, than to be with another man
Now Baby, come back, Baby, come
Come back, Baby, come
Come back, Baby, I want to play house with you

Elvis Presley
Gunter (M+T)
Bosworth Music GmbH

Only One Woman

Well, he loves only one woman
And she’s good enough for him

Well, I love
Only one woman and she’s good enough for me
Only one woman and she’s got me on my knees
She’s my pretty, pretty baby and her name is Rosalie

Well, the pretty Froileins down in Berlin town, they all drive me wild
And the Mademoiselles in Paris, they all love just my style

Last day when I came home my face turned cherry-red
15 naked women were waitin’ on my bed

Well, every woman loves me, but I love only you
I got a little problem, ‘cause you don’t love me, too

Boppin’ B
Beck, Hertel, Sturm, Weiser (M+T)
NiWo Musikverlag

S.P.Ä.T.E.R.

S.P.Ä.T.E.R. – Später
Später, später ist’s zu spät, kauf die Platte so lang’s noch geht
S.P.Ä.T.E.R. – Später

Sie kostet wenig Geld ist aus Vinyl
Sie ist tierisch tough, hat viel Gefühl
Der Groove, der geht dir gleich ins Blut
Drum zieh’s dir rein, das tut dir gut
S.P.Ä.T.E.R. – Später

S.P.Ä.T.E.R. – Später
Ja kauf die Platte solang’s noch geht, denn später ist’s vielleicht zu spät
S.P.Ä.T.E.R. – Später

Und kommst du von der Arbeit abends heim
Dann zieh’ dir gleich die tolle Platte rein
Und dreht sich dir der Magen um
Scheissegal – nimm’s uns nicht krumm
S.P.Ä.T.E.R. – Später

S.P.Ä.T.E.R. – Später
Später, später ist’s zu spät, hol’ das Ding solang’s noch dreht
S.P.Ä.T.E.R. – Später

Wenn euch die geile Scheibe nicht gefällt
Scheissegal – war euer Geld
Es gibt zwar noch kein Video
Drum kommt zu uns auf’s Bahnhofsklo
S.P.Ä.T.E.R. – Später

S.P.Ä.T.E.R. – Später
Lieber Gott wir danken dir, für nette Käufer und viel Bier
S.C.H.L.U.S. - Schluss

Boppin’ B / The Jodimars
F. Pingatore (M)
Beck, Hertel, Sturm, Weiser (T)
NiWo Musikverlag

Please Don’t Leave Me

Uh uh…

Please don't leave me, Baby, please don't go
Please don't leave me, Baby, please don't go
Well, if you go 'way and leave me, you're gonna hurt me so

Yes I love you, Baby, gonna tell all the world I do
Yes I love you, Baby, gonna tell all the world I do
Well, if you go 'way and leave me, don't know what I'm gonna do

Johnny Burnette
Domino (M+T)
EMI Partnership Musikverlag GmbH

Crazy Cat, Go

Crazy cat, go
Crazy, crazy, crazy cat, go

Well, I need some Rockabilly shoes
I need some Rockabilly socks and a rockin’ shirt so I just can lose

I want my Rockabilly friends
I want some good old records in a rockin’ style, now I’m gonna dance

You know, I need some Rockabilly beat
I need a slappin’ bass and a rockin’ guitar kick me out of my seat

I wanna do that Rockabilly dance goin’ crazy
Well, I bop to the left, I bop to the right
Gonna find me a chicken every night

I want a high class baby with her lips so red
Then I jump out of my Rockabilly bed
I want Buddie’s guitar for my baby an’ me
So we can rock with Mr. Ollie Vee

Boppin’ B
Beck, Seefeldt, Sturm, Weiser (M+T)
NiWo Musikverlag