| Well, I got a little woman called Crazy Legs
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| She’s the queen of the teenage crowd
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| All the cats stuffin' nickels in the ol' jukebox
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| Just to watch her do the bop when the music gets loud
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| Crazy Legs, Crazy Legs, a-boppin' all over the floor
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| Do the bop, Crazy Legs, do the bop
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| She’s my baby and I don’t mean maybe
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| She’s mine-mine-mine all mine
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| (Jump!)
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| Well, when she hears the music, well it gets in her feet
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| Well, then she starts a-rocking with the crazy beat
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| She does a different kind of rhythm with every song
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| Well, that’s why they call her Crazy Legs, she’s real gone
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| Crazy Legs, Crazy Legs, a-boppin' all over the floor
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| Do the bop, Crazy Legs, do the bop
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| She’s my baby and I don’t mean maybe
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| She’s mine-mine-mine all mine
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| Well she can bop, she can boogie, she can move and jump
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| With a style that’s all her own
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| Just give her lots of room and a rock 'n' roll tune
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| And she will do the bop till the cows come home |