elvis presley – let’s twist again / the twist / move it / dynami

Lyrics

 

Come on everybody, clap your hands!Ahh you’re lookin’ good!I’m gonna sing my song, it won’t take longWe’re gonna do the twist and it goes like this
Come on let’s twist againLike we did last summerYeah, let’s twist againLike we did last yearDo you remember whenThings were really hummin’?Yeah, let’s twist againTwistin’ time is here!
And ’round and ’round and up and down we go againOh, baby, make me know you love me soThen
Twist againLike we did last summerCome on, let’s twist againLike we did last year (twist!)
Come on baby, let’s do the twistCome on baby, let’s do the twistTake me by my little handAnd go like this
E-yah, twistBaby, baby, twistOoh yeah, just like thisCome on, little missAnd do the twist
C’mon pretty baby let’s a move it and a-groove itWell shake oh baby, shake oh honey, please don’t lose itThe rhythm that gets into your heart and soulWell, let me tell you baby, it’s called rock ‘n roll
They say it’s gonna die but honey please let’s face itWell they just don’t know what’s a goin’ to replace itAnd ballads and calypsos they got nothin’ onReal country music that just drives alongWell move it
Dyanmite!
Yeah well give me kisses that explode before my very eyesI know the sight of you could generate a million sighsI’m set for detonation, baby don’t you know?Three two one zero, here I go!
Sail across the stars and to a silvery moonIf you wanna know what heaven’s like, you’ll be there soonDynamite!
Keep knockin’ but you can’t come inYou keep knockin’ but you can’t come inKeep knockin’ but you can’t come inCome back tomorrow night to try again
You said you love me but you can’t come inYou said you love me but you can’t come inYou said you love me but you can’t come inCome back tomorrow night and try it again
Keep knockin’ but you can’t come in, yeahYou keep knockin’ but you can’t come inKeep knockin’ but you can’t come inCome back tomorrow night to try it again
Well, long tall SallyShe’s built for speedShe got everything that Uncle John need
Oh babyYes babyWooh, babyHavin’ me some fun tonight, yeah
Well, I saw Uncle John with bald head SallyHe saw Aunt Mary comin’And he jumped back in the alley
Oh babyYes babyWooh, babyHavin’ me some fun tonight, yeah
There’s a man in New OrleansWho plays rock and rollHe’s a guitar manWith a great big soulHe lays down a beatLike a ton of coalHe goes by the name of King Creole
You know he’s gone, gone, goneJumpin’ like a catfish on a poleYou know he’s gone, gone, goneHip-shaking King Creole
When the king starts to do itIt’s as good as doneHe holds his guitarLike a Tommy gunHe starts to growlFrom way down his throatHe bends a stringAnd that’s all she wrote
You know he’s gone, gone, goneJumpin’ like a catfish on a poleYou know he’s gone, gone, goneHip-shaking King Creole
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brainToo much love drives a man insaneYou broke my will, but what a thrillGoodness gracious, great balls of fire
I laughed at love ’cause I thought it was funnyYou came along and you moved me honeyI’ve changed my mind, this love is fineGoodness gracious, great balls of fire
Kiss me, baby, ooh, feels goodHold me, babyWell, I’ll still love you like a lover shouldYou’re fine, so kindGot to tell this world that you’re mine, mine, mine, mine
I chew my nails and then I twiddle my thumbsI’m real nervous, but it sure is funCome on, baby, you drive me crazyGoodness gracious, great balls of fire
Come on over, baby, whole lotta shakin’ goin’ onYes I said come on over, baby, baby, you can’t go wrongWe ain’t fakin’ a whole lotta shakin’ goin’ on
Well, I said come on over, baby, we got chicken in the barnCome on over, baby, babe, I got the bull by the hornsWe ain’t fakin’, a whole lotta shakin’ goin’ on
Shake, baby, shakeI said shake, baby, shakeI said shake it, baby, shake itWell shake, baby, shakeCome on over, whole lot of shakin goin’ on
They’re really rockin’ in BostonAnd Pittsburgh, paDeep in the heart of TexasAnd ’round the ‘Frisco BayAll over St LouieAnd down in New OrleansAll the cats going dancingSweet little sixteen
Sweet little sixteenShe just gotta have‘Bout half a millionFramed autographsHer wallet filled with picturesShe gets them one by oneBecomes so excitedOh watch, oh look at her run
Oh mommy, mommyPlease may I go?It’s such a sight to seeSomebody steal the showOh daddy, daddyI beg of youWhisper to mommyIt’s all right with you

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