Well, All My Friends Are Boppin' The Blues; It Must Be Goin' Round
All My Friends Are Boppin' The Blues; It Must Be Goin' Round
I Love You, Baby, But I Must Be Rhythm Bound.
Well, The Doctor Told Me, Carl You Need No Pills.
Yes, The Doctor Told Me, Boy, You Don't Need No Pills.
Just A Handful Of Nickels, The Juke Box Will Curve Your Ills.
Well, The Old Cat Bug Bit Me, Man, I Don't Feel No Pain
Yeah, That Jitterbug Caught Me, Man, I Don't Feel No Pain.
I Still Love You Baby, But I'll Never Be The Same.
Well, Grand-Pa Done Got Rhythm And He Threw His Crutches Down.
Oh The Old Boy Done Got Rhythm And Blues And He Threw That Crutches Down
Crand-Ma, He Ain't Triflin', Well The Old Boy's Rhythm Bound.
Well, All My Friends Are Boppin' The Blues; It Must Be Goin' Round
All My Friends Are Boppin' The Blues; It Must Be Goin' Round
I Love You, Baby, But I Must Be Rhythm Bound.
A Rop Dop, Rhythm And Blues.
A Rop Dop, Rhythm And Blues.
A Rock Rock, Rhythm And Blues.
A Rock Rock, Rhythm And Blues.
Rhythm And Blues, Itn Must Be Goin' Round.