Lyrics:
automobile
Boney Maroney and Peggy Sue
Got the rocking pneumonia, got the boogey-woogey flu
Baby, hold my soul. Said, I`m sure enough fond of my rock `n
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
their tops
The horse is against the automobile, the bus is against the train
The train is against the jumbo jet and I'm against fishing in the rain
'n roll
When I go to sleep at night, wanna hear a slide guitar
When I'm feeling loose and right, go riding in my automobile
Boney Maroney and Peggy
love
Talking 'bout love
Talking 'bout
Automobile with comfort
Really built with style
Specialist tradition
Mama, let me feast my eyes
Talking
called the Tupelo Mississippi Flash
I almost wrecked my automobile
I went through a red light
I hit the traffic cop....Why??
Well my story's got
to have a what I got
I can cool 'em down when they're smoldering hot
I'm the fireman, that's my name
I got a fire engine red T-bird automobile
In
that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home.
Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
a picket fence but now I'm lucky if I jump an inch
Too old too old...
[ piano ]
Well when I was young I had an automobile scoot myself right under
that you will do
Anything I say until
You buy me an automobile
But I won't stay with you still
Unless there's money in this deal
Well, then she
people who are civilized bang you with automobiles
You know you can get hurt that way Daniel
At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see
Saw my baby run across the field (hey Bo Diddley)
Slippin' and slidin' like an automobile (hey Bo Diddley)
Hollerin', my baby got towed away (hey Bo
my baby run across the field (hey Bo Diddley)
Slippin' and slidin' like an automobile (hey Bo Diddley)
Hollerin', my baby got towed away (hey Bo
monster
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands
Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta
With a bad
Yonder goes your mama, across the field.
Slippin' and slidin', like an automobile.
You called to your mama, and told her to wait.
She was slippin'
LJ: Sister Kate told Mr. Neal, you can't ride in my automobile,
LJ: Unless you wipe it off.
CW: I'm wipin' it off.
LJ: Ah, wipe it off.
CW:
bum bum bum bum...)
I never liked to travel by automobile or bike
The only way to travel along is travel along the way
You like and as for me I like I
Bobby was a little rich kid
Who lived at the foot of the hill
The first kid in the neighborhood
To have an automobile
Well, If I took you to the movies
When I was young I had an automobile
Now they push you around in a chair with wheels
I had to fight the gals off with a stick
But now they say he
When I was young I had an automobile
Now they push you around in a chair with wheels
I had to fight the gals off with a stick
But now they say he
no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Said, "Don't you
to do
We broke a case of proof 102
And started itchin' for that wonderful feel
Of rollin' in an automobile
You could say we was out of our mind
power station
And now she lives on the thirty third floor
Of a man made concrete mountain
She got an elevator and refrigerator
And an automobile
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