| Won’t cha throw me, jellyroll me,
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| Smack dab in the middle of it all.
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| Come and find me, wine and dine me,
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| And let me rock 'n' roll to soothe my soul.
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| Pick me a town in any clime,
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| Where people like a rockin' good time.
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| And stay awake both day and night,
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| 'Til ev’rybody’s feelin' good and right, then throw me
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| Smack dab in the middle, pitch me
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| Smack dab in the middle, chuck me
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| Smack dab in the middle,
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| And let me rock 'n' roll to satisfy my soul.
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| I want ten Cadillacs and a diamond mill.
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| Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill.
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| I wanna a ten room house and some barbecue,
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| And fifty chicks not over twenty-two, then throw me
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| Smack dab in the middle, tuck me
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| Smack dab in the middle, pull me
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| Smack dab in the middle now,
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| And let me rock 'n' roll to satisfy my soul.
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| I wanna lot of bread and gangs of meat.
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| Oodles of butter and somethin' sweet,
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| With loads of coffee just to wash it down.
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| Bicarbonated soda by the pound, then throw me
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| Smack dab in the center, child.
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| I’m talkin' 'bout the Holy Ghost tonight,
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| Just throw me smack dab in the middle now,
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| And let me rock 'n' roll to satisfy my soul.
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| I wanna satisfy my soul.
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| Let me rock, let me roll, let me satisfy my soul.
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| It’s the kind of constitution that your mama forbade, look out!
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| I’m a sucker for the center of a Tootsie Pop.
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| Take a look at the mess I’m in.
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| It’s a moral epidemic they say.
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| When the drummer sets the feet to flyin', front and center’s where I’ll be.
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| Don’t knock it if you never would, ever could, anyone, anywhere
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| Would be dyin' to satisfy it.
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| Just keep me rockin' and reelin',
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| I need a swingin' ol' time where ev’rybody’s feelin' alright.
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| We gotta be raisin' the ceilin',
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| Just keep the music playin' on, and we’ll be singin' all night.
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| I wanna be smack dab in the center,
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| And let me rock 'n' roll to satisfy my soul.
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| Wanna a swingin' band and a hundred fine ballet girls,
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| A street that’s paved with natural pearls,
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| Bring me a wagonload of bonds and stocks,
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| And open up the door to Fort Knox, then throw me Smack dab in the middle,
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| push me
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| Smack dab in the middle, shove me
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| Smack dab in the middle,
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| Let me rock, let me roll, let me satisfy my soul.
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| Smack dab in the middle my friend,
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| Right from the top, take it staight to the end.
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| Smack dab in the middle,
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| And let me rock 'n' roll to satisfy my soul,
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| And let me rock 'n' roll to satisfy my soul,
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| And let me rock 'n' roll
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| My soul
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| My soul
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| My soul
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| Smack dab (let me rock 'n' roll)
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| Smack dab
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| Smack dab
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| Smack dab
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| Smack dab
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| In the middle
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| Smack dab
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| Satisfy my soul (smack dab)
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| Rock 'n' roll
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| Smack dab
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| Rock 'n' roll to satisfy my soul (smack dab)
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| I need a swingin' old time (smack dab)
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| Smack dab
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| Smack dab
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| Smack dab
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| Smack dab
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| Smack dab |