| Well I took my Ruby juking
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| On the out-skirts of town
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| She took her high heels off
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| And rolled her stockings down
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| She put a quarter in the jukebox
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| To get a little beat
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| Everybody started watching
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| All the rhythm in her feet
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| She’s my rock and roll Ruby, rock and roll
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| Rock and roll Ruby, rock and roll
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| When Ruby starts a-rocking
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| Boy it satisfies my soul
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| Now Ruby started rocking about one o’clock
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| And when she started rocking
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| She just couldn’t stop
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| She rocked on the tables
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| And rolled on the floor
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| And Everybody yelled: «Ruby rock some more!»
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| It was around about four
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| I thought she would stop
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| She looked at me and then
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| She looked at the clock
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| She said: «Wait a minute Daddy
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| Now don’t get sour
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| All I want to do
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| Is rock a little bit more»
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| One night my Ruby left me all alone
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| I tried to contact her on the telephone
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| I finally found her about twelve o’clock
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| She said: «Leave me alone Daddy
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| Because your Ruby wants to rock»
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| Rock, rock, rock and roll
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| When Ruby starts a-rocking
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| Boy it satisfies my soul |