| Gonna rock it up,
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| gonna shake it up,
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| gonna roll it up,
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| have 'em ball tonight.
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| Rattle and roll,
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| I said shake rattle and roll,
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| Well you never done nothing
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| to save your doggone soul.
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| Well get out of that kitchen
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| and shake those pots and pans.
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| I said get out of that kitchen
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| and shake those pots and pans.
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| I said to my soul:
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| you’re the devil in a frying pan.
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| Well I said shake rattle and roll,
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| I said shake rattle and roll,
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| I said shake rattle and roll,
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| I said shake rattle and roll.
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| Well you never done nothing
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| to save your doggone soul.
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| You can knock me down,
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| slap my face,
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| slander my name
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| all over the place.
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| Do anything that you want to do,
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| but oh oh honey,
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| lay off of them shoes.
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| Now don’t you step
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| on my blue suede shoes.
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| Well you can do anything
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| but lay off of them blue suede shoes.
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| Ah go!
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| You can burn my house,
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| steal my car,
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| drink my liquor
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| from an old fruit jar.
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| Do anything
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| that you want to do,
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| but ah ah honey,
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| lay off of them shoes.
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| And don’t you step
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| on my blue suede shoes, please.
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| Well you can do anything
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| but lay off of them blue suede shoes.
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| Ah go, hit it, Carl (Perkins)!
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| Well blue blue,
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| blue suede shoes.
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| Yeah blue blue,
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| blue suede shoes.
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| Babe blue blue,
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| blue suede shoes.
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| Yeah brown brown
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| brown suede boots.
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| Well do anything
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| but lay off of them blue suede shoes. |