BOY FROM TUPELO

Hey Mama, I wanna go, gotta see that boy from Tupelo. I need to see him, he reminds me of me, foot loose, funky, and fancy free. But if I go, ain’t comin’ back the same. Goodness, gracious, gotta change my name! Let’s Rock!

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Hey Mama, when you see those lips, with a wicked smile, and liquid hips, he lays the ladies all in the aisle, and never miss a beat in a country mile! Nobody ever saw a man like that, Goodness, gracious, he’s a real cool cat!

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He’s got a shark skin suit, allegator shoes, all the girls screaming thinking he’s so cute. When he shakes those hips, and points his toes, I wanna be the next famous boy… from Tupelo! (Rock! Rock! Boy From Tupelo!) From Tupelo (Rock! Rock! Boy From Tupelo!) Tupelo! (Rock! Rock, Boy From Tupelo) Tupelo! (Rock! Rock! Rock! Boy From Tupelo! I wanna be the next famous boy!

Hey Mama, I wanna go, gotta see that boy from Tupelo. I need to see him, he reminds me of me, foot loose, funky, and fancy free. But if I go, ain’t comin’ back the same. Goodness, gracious, gotta change my name! Let’s Rock!

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Work me Daddy, eight to the bar, snappin’ your fingers, that’s who you are. You ain’t nothin’ but a slick hound dog. Grinding out the heat in a fog! Rock! Rock On! Let’s Rock!

I wanna be the next famous boy, from Tupelo!