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Misc: Rock and Roll : Misc

  1. Rock Around The Clock
  2. Rocket 88
  3. Twenty Flight Rock

Rock Around The Clock
1955

<Bill Haley and The Comets>
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One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, rock
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Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, rock
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Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, rock
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We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
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Put your glad rags on and join me, hon
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We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one
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We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
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We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight
E7
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We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight When the clock strikes two, three and four If the band slows down we'll yell for more We're gonna rock around the clock tonight We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight
Solo
When the chimes ring five, six and seven We'll be right in seventh heaven We're gonna rock around the clock tonight We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight When it's eight, nine, ten, eleven too I'll be goin' strong and so will you We're gonna rock around the clock tonight We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight
Horn solo
When the clock strikes twelve, we'll cool off then Start a rockin' round the clock again We're gonna rock around the clock tonight We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight

Rocket 88
1951

<Ike Turner / Jackie Benston>
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You woman have heard of jalopies, you heard the noise they make Let me introduce you to my Rocket '88
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Yes it's great, just won't wait
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Everybody likes my Rocket '88
B7
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Baby, we'll ride in style, moving all along |
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V8 motor and this modern design Black convertible top and the gals don't mind
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Sporting with me, riding all around town for joy
"Blow your horn, Rocket, blow your horn!"
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x3
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Step in my Rocket and don't be late Baby, we're pulling out about half past eight
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Going round the corner and dealer Bill
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Everybody in my car's going take a little pill
B7
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Move on out, oozing and cruising along |
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Alternative final verse from the Bill Haley cover:
Now that you've ridden in my Rocket '88 I'll be around every night about eight You know it's great, don't be late Everybody likes my Rocket '88 Gals will ride in style, moving all along

Twenty Flight Rock
1956

<Eddie Cochran>
Intro Verse riff
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|-5-----5-----5-----5-| |-5-----5-----5-----5-----------------5-------------5-|
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I've got a girl with a record machine
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When it comes to rockin', she's a queen
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We love to dance on a Saturday night
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All alone where I can hold her tight
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But she lives on 20th floor uptown A (mute) And the elevator has broken down
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So I walk one, two flight, three flight, four Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
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At 12th I'm startin' to sag
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15th floor I'm ready to drag
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Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock She called me up on the telephone Said: "Come over, baby. I'm all alone" I said: "Sorry, baby. You're mighty sweet But I'm in bed achin' feet" This went for a couple of days But I could not stay away So I walk one, two flight, three flight, four Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more At 12th I'm startin' to sag 15th floor I'm ready to drag Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock
Instrumental chorus
They sent it to Chicago for repairs 'Til it's fixed I'm usin' the stairs I have to get there before it's to late My baby couldn't bear much to wait All this climbin' is gettin' me down You'll find my corpse draped over a rail But I fly one, two flight, three flight, four Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more At 12th I'm startin' to sag 15th floor I'm ready to drag Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock