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I can jive, but she can rock & roll...
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I met her late one night when I was wild
On the tiles, racy, footloose, easy-free to
Do as I like. ‘Do I have commitments,
Is there someone at home?’ ‘Well as you
See its 3am - I’m here on my own. Ooh,
I can jive, but she can rock & roll,
Fully fashioned legs an’ dress an'
Oh, oh, so much more, ooh,
I can jive, but she can rock & roll,
We took off to a blue light, paid the
Man on the door, we danced ‘til nearly
6am an’ then we went home, en route she
Took my fancy, took my heart, and bared
My soul, bared it racin’ up the stairs an’
Later on the floor. Ooh,
I can jive, but she can rock & roll.
She’s got it, She can’t help it, Ready
Teddy, Oh, my soul, ooooooooooh,
I can jive, but she can rock & roll.
I met her late one night when I was wild
On the tiles, a cat that’s been about and
Knows her way around guys, locked in
Heaven’s clutches no way of getting free,
But that assumes I’d want to an’ I’ve
Somehow lost the key. Ooh,
I can jive, but she can rock & roll.
She’s got it, She can’t help it, Jenny
Jenny, Oh, my soul, ooooooooooh,
I can jive, but she can rock & roll.
I can jive, but she can rock & roll.
I can jive, but she can rock & roll.
I can jive, but she can rock & roll.
© Joseph G Dawson