Lyrics:
Suck baby suck
With a CD of Chuck Berry Chuck
Tu peux aussi me sucker
Sur le compact de
Lay Lady lay
Ou pour changer m'ensuquer
Avec Bill Haley
Suck baby suck
With a CD of Chuck Berry Chuck
Tu peux aussi me sucker
Sur le compact de
Lay Lady lay
Ou pour changer m'ensuquer
Avec Bill Haley
the blues
You fucked your mind baby
It's a good thing to do
Now do the shake
The rattlesnake shake
Now do the shake
Yes, chuck away 'dem blues
Chuck
We should do something like that, yeah
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Yeah, that's what's up
Boom boom
Morning fields of amber gray
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
The heart I've got for sale?
How much wood would a wood-chuck chuck
If a wood-chuck could chuck wood?
I'd chuck double with no trouble
If it did me any
is me
You gotta know once you dive in, into the shallows of me
We are the artists
Fear love is danger, keep loving strangers
Hoping to take another
arm-wrestled
I'd see that you won
Iee my baby, ride easy, ride high in the saddle all day
If your loving is good
And your cooking ain't greasy
We'll chuck
the crowd
Come on ride me high
(Stranger eyes)
A-well a-ride me high
(Stranger eyes)
Yeah you took the fall
And then you landed soft
You thought
the crowd
Come on ride me high
(Stranger eyes)
A-well a-ride me high
(Stranger eyes)
Yeah you took the fall
And then you landed soft
You thought
along
I felt it as she slipped away, slipped away
I didn't have the words to say
When I saw the stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger
friends for?
You can call me up most anytime
I never go to bed 'til five
Don't be a stranger
Just knock on my door
I heard you're in the south
strangers"
Strangers tonight
Must be from a different life
Been here before and it just feels right
No, this ain't the first time for you and I, we ain't
night
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with the stranger's face
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with
night
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with the stranger's face
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with
The heart I've got for sale?
How much wood would a wood-chuck chuck
If a wood-chuck could chuck wood?
I'd chuck double with no trouble
If it did me any
Chuck Berry, Chuck Berry, Carl Perkins
And, eh, Marvin Gaye and things
Can't really sing like them, you know, I like them, though, love them
What about
First we were strangers down on our luck
And both in need of a friend
We promised each other
To much to live up to
And now we're strangers again
The heart I've got for sale?
How much wood would a wood-chuck chuck
If a wood-chuck could chuck wood?
I'd chuck double with no trouble
If it did me any
hen under yonder tree
Hen goes chimmy-chuck, chimmy-chuck
Cat goes fiddle-i-fee
I bought me a duck and the duck pleased me
I fed my duck under
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