| Oh, well I’m old enough to kick
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| And old enough to rock a the bop
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| Oh, well I’m old enough to kick
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| And old enough to rock a the bop
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| I got on my swinging jeans and looking for a dream,
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| Cause I’m old enough to rock the bop
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| I like the sax when it starts to scream man
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| I’m gone and I dig the scene
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| The drummer in the band is a setting the beat,
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| And I’m setting here with a itchy feet
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| Well, I’m old enough to kick,
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| And old enough to rock the bop
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| Well, I’m old enough to kick
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| And old enough to rock the bop
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| I got on my rocking shoes,
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| And I’m rocking to the blues cause
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| I’m old enough to rock the bop
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| Little Billy cram, just caught my eye,
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| Duck tail flying as he bopped by Little Willie crew cut is sitting by me,
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| But he’s so dumb, that he can’t see
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| Well, I’m old enough to kick,
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| And old enough to rock a the bop
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| Well, I’m old enough to kick
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| And old enough to rock the bop
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| I got on my swinging jeans and looking for a dream,
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| Cause I’m old enough to rock a bop |