Instrumenty
Ensembles
Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Beatles, The. Rip It Up (medley).

I don't care if I spent my dough

night gonna be

Gonna rock it up,

gonna shake it up,

gonna roll it up,

have 'em ball tonight.

Rattle and roll,

I said shake rattle and roll,

Well you never done nothing

to save your doggone soul.

Well get out of that kitchen

and shake those pots and pans.

I said get out of that kitchen

and shake those pots and pans.

I said to my soul:

you're the devil in a frying pan.

Well I said shake rattle and roll,

I said shake rattle and roll,

I said shake rattle and roll,

I said shake rattle and roll.

Well you never done nothing

to save your doggone soul.

You can knock me down,

slap my face,

slander my name

all over the place.

Do anything that you want to do,

but oh oh honey,

lay off of them shoes.

Now don't you step

on my blue suede shoes.

Well you can do anything

but lay off of them blue suede shoes.

Ah go!

You can burn my house,

steal my car,

drink my liquor

from an old fruit jar.

Do anything

that you want to do,

but ah ah honey,

lay off of them shoes.

And don't you step

on my blue suede shoes, please.

Well you can do anything

but lay off of them blue suede shoes.

Ah go, hit it, Carl [Perkins]!

Well blue blue,

blue suede shoes.

Yeah blue blue,

blue suede shoes.

Babe blue blue,

blue suede shoes.

Yeah brown brown

brown suede boots.

Well do anything

but lay off of them blue suede shoes.