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The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prisonband was there and they began to wail
The joint was jumping and the place began to swing
You should have heard those knocked out jailbirds sing

Let s rock
Everybody let s rock
Everybody on the whole cell block
They was dancing to the jailhouse rock

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin on the slide trombone
The drummerboy from Illinois went crash boom bang
The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang

Let s rock
Everybody let s rock
Everybody on the whole cell block
They was dancing to the jailhouse rock

Well number 47 said to number 3
You re the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure ll be delighted with your company
Come on and do the jailhouse rock with me

Let s rock
Everybody let s rock
Everybody on the whole cell block
They were dancing to the jailhouse rock
Let s rock!

Sad Sack was sittin on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weepin all alone
The warden said Hey buddy don t you be no square
If you can t find a partner use a wooden chair

Let s rock
Everybody let s rock
Everybody on the whole cell block
They was dancing to the jailhouse rock

They were dancing to the jailhouse rock
They was dancing to the jailhouse rock
They was dancing to the jailhouse rock
They was dancing to the jailhouse rock
Everybody on the whole cell block
They was dancing to the jailhouse rock

They was dancing to, dancing to, dancing to, dancing to
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Oh they was dancing to, dancing to, dancing to, dancing to
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Everybody on the whole cell block
They was dancing to the jailhouse rock

Dancing to the jailhouse rock...

Daca as fi un pictor
Oare-as putea
Sa reproduc albastrul ochilor tai?
Daca as fi director
Crezi c-as avea
Bani destui sa te conving sa fii a mea?

Dar daca as fi doar eu
Asa cum sunt mereu
Oare m-ai iubi
Cum ar trebui.

R Fiindca mi-esti draga, draga
E prima oara
Prima oara cand simt ceva
Simt iubirea ta.
Draga, draga
E prima oara

Daca...

I don t want a lot for Christmas
There s just one thing I need
I don t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true...

What I thought was life
Came to an end
Born into a world
I never asked for this
I ve got to get away
I ve got to get away
I ve got to get away
I ve got to get away!

Mystification

Through the winds of time
A poet found The Key
To The Elder Rhyme
Some call the song mystic

With tales of gore
And terror in the night
His words, no more,
Have kept me mystified

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An...

I wonder

Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ooh, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ooh, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ooh, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
Ooh

Sneaking me in and out
Everyday, any place
Giving it all, oh oh