Arrested on charges of unemployment, he was sitting in the witness stand The judge's wife called up the district attorney Said you free that brown eyed man You want your job you better free that brown eyed man Flying across the desert in a TWA, I saw a woman walking across the sand She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay. To get a brown eyed handsome man Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man Way back in history three thousand years Back every since the world began There's been a whole lot of good women shed a tear For a brown eyed handsome man That's what the trouble was brown eyed handsome man Beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind Between a doctor and a lawyer man Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself A brown eyed handsome man That's what your daddy is a brown eyed handsome man Milo Venus was a beautiful lass She had the world in the palm of her hand But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match To get brown eyed handsome man She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man Two, three count with nobody on He hit a high fly into the stand Rounding third he was headed for home It was a brown eyed handsome man That won the game; it was a brown eyed handsome man

Oh, Carol, don't let 'em steal your heart away. I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day. Climb into my machine so we can cruise on out, I know a swingin' little joint where we can jump and shout. It's not too far back off the highway, not so long a ride. You park your car out in the open, you can walk inside. A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her, ma'am. Cause every time you make the scene, the joint is jammed. And if you wanna hear some music like the boys are playin'. Hold tight, tap your foot, don't let it carry you away. Don't let the heat overcome you wheeenn they play so loud, And, don't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd? Well,you can dance, I know I wish you would, I got my eyes on you baby, 'cause I know you dance so good.

Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the ever greens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell Go go, Go Johnny go go, Go Johnny go Go, Go Johnny go Go, Go Johnny go Go, Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by they would stop and say Oh my that little country boy could play Go go, Go Johnny go go, Go Johnny go Go, Go Johnny go Go, Go Johnny go Go, Johnny B. Goode His mother told him "Someday you will be a man, And you will be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight." Go go, Go Johnny go go, Go Johnny go Go, Go Johnny go Go, Go Johnny go Go, Johnny B. Goode

Maybellene, why can't you be true Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true You've started back doin' the things you used to do As I was motivatin' over the hill I saw Maybellene in a Coupe de Ville Cadillac rollin' on the open road Nothin' outruns my V-8 Ford Cadillac doin' 'bout 95 Bumper-to-bumper, rollin' side by side Maybellene ... Cadillac rolled up ahead of the Ford The Ford got hot, wouldn't do no more It soon got cloudy and it started to rain I tooted my horn for the passing lane Rain was pourin' under my hood I knew that was doin' my motor good Maybellene ... Motor cooled down, the heat went down That's when I heard that highway sound The Cadillac sittin' like a ton of lead 110 half a mile ahead The Cadillac looked like it was sittin' still I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill Maybellene ...

Long, dis-t-ance in-for-ma-tion, give me Mem-phis Ten-nes-see Help me find the par-ty trying to get in touch with me She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call 'Cause my uncle took the mes-sage and he wrote it on the wall Help me, in-for-ma-tion, get in touch with my Ma-rie She's the only one who'd phone me here from Mem-phis Ten-nes-see Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge Just a half a mile from the Mis-sis-sip-pi Bridge Help me, in-for-mation, more than that I cannot add Only that I miss her and all the fun we had But we were pulled apart because her mom did not agree And tore apart our happy home in Mem-phis Ten-nes-see Last time I saw Ma-rie she's waving me good-bye With hurry home drops on her cheek that trick-led from her eye Ma-rie is only six years old, in-for-ma-tion please And try to put me through to her in Mem-phis Ten-nes-see

As I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat, I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street, I shouted to the driver, hey conductor, you must slow down. I think I see her. Please let me off this bus. Nadine, honey is that you? Oh, Nadine, honey, is that you? Seems like every time I see you darling you got something else to do. I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back, And started walkin toward a coffee colored cadillac. I was pushin through the crowd to get to where shes at. And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat. Downtown searching for her, looking all around. Saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town. I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybodys tab. With a twenty dollar bill, told him catch that yellow cab. She moves around like a wave of summer breeze, Go, driver, go, go, catch her balmy breeze. Moving thru the traffic like a mounted cavalier. Leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear.

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind. Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh, On across Caroline. Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, And we never was a minute late. We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state. We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle, Half way 'cross Alabam, And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded In downtown Birmingham. Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket, Riding cross Mississippi clean And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham Smoking into New Orleans. Somebody help me get out of Louisiana Just to help me get to Houston Town There are people there who care a little about me And they won't let the poor boy down Sure as you're born brought me a silk suit Put luggage in my hand And I woke up high over Alburquerque On a jet to the promised land Working on a T-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the golden state Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes He would set us at the terminal gate Swing low chariot come down easy Taxi to the terminal zone Cut your engines and cool your wings And let me make it to the telephone Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia Tidewater four ten o nine Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling And the poor boy is on the line

| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | I'm gonna write a little letter Gonna mail it to my local DJ. It's a rockin' rhythm record I want my jockey to play. Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today. You know, my temperature's risin, And the juicebox blows a fuse. My heart's beatin' rhythm And my soul keeps on singin' the blues. Roll over Beethhoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news. I got the rockin' Pheumonia I need a shot of rhythm and blues. I caught the rollin' arthiritus Sittin' down by thr rhythm review. Roll over Beethoven they're rockin' in two by two. Well, if you feel you like it Go get your lover, then reel and rock it. Roll it over then move on up just A trifile further then reel and rock it, One another, Roll over Beethoven dig these rhythm and blues. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Well, early in the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin' Don't you step on my blue suede shoes. Hey diddle diddle, I am playin' my fiddle, Ain't got nothin' to lose. Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news. You know she wiggles like a glow worm, Dance like a spinnin' top. She got a crazy partner, Oughta see 'em reel and rock. Long as she got a dime the music will never stop. Roll over Beethoven, Roll over Beethoven, Roll over Beethoven, Roll over Beethoven, Roll over Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues.

Salesman talking to me tried to run me up a creek says you can buy it Go on try it you can pay me next week - Uh-uh Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in -- Oh-ho-ho Blonde haired, good lookin' tryin' to get me hooked Wants me to marry, settle down and get a home and write a book--Uh-uh Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in -- Oh-ho-ho Pay phone, somethin' wrong, dial gone Well me ought to sue the operator for tellin' me a tale --- Uh-uh Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in -- Oh-ho-ho Been to Vietnam, been a fightin' in the war Army bar, army chow, army clothes, army car -- Uh-uh Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in -- Oh-ho-ho Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks Wipe the windo', check the tires, check the oil, dollar gas -- Uh-uh Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in -- Oh-ho-ho Blonde haired, good lookin' tryin' to get me hooked Wants me to marry, get a home, settle down and and write a book -- Uh-uh Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in -- Oh-ho-ho Too much monkey business -- Too much monkey business Too much monkey business -- Too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell, "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale, But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53, They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell, "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell