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Lyricist: Bill Haley & The Comets
Lyrics:
Well, get out from my kitchen And rattle those pots and pans Yeah, get out from that kitchen And rattle those pots and pans And now roll my breakfast 'Cause I'm a hungry man I will let you shake, rattle, and roll C'mon, shake, rattle, and roll You're gonna shake, rattle, and roll You're gonna shake, rattle, and roll And you won't do nothin' To save your doggone soul Oh, you're wearin' those dresses Your hair done up so nice Yeah, you're wearin' those dresses Your hair done up so nice Oh, you look so warm But your heart is cold as ice I will let you shake, rattle, and roll C'mon, shake, rattle, and roll You're gonna shake, rattle, and roll You're gonna shake, rattle, and roll And you won't do nothin' To save your doggone soul
I'm like a one-eyed cat Peepin' in a seafood store I'm like a one-eyed cat Peepin' in a seafood store And I look at you And you ain't no child no more Well, I will be leaving you And going to deal with the devil And now I know Ever leaving you And going to deal with the devil And now I know When I'm all out of work And that's the first time I found the gold I will let you shake, rattle, and roll C'mon, shake, rattle, and roll You're gonna shake, rattle, and roll And you won't do nothin' To save your doggone soul Shake, rattle, and roll Well, thank you
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