Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Shot Mr. Lee, artist - The Bobbettes. Date of issue: 04.05.2017
Song language: English
I Shot Mr. Lee |
| One, two, three |
| I shot Mr. Lee |
| Three, four, five |
| I got tired of his jive |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| We should’ve never, uh oh |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| We should’ve never, uh oh |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| We should’ve never, oh no |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| We should’ve never, uh oh |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| We should’ve never, oh no |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| We should’ve never |
| Shouldn’t have never met a sweety |
| He shouldn’t have never met me |
| Shouldn’t have never met a sweety |
| Shouldn’t have never met me |
| Now his memory has got a history |
| He was a real cool cat |
| And wore a high top hat |
| He was a real cool cat |
| And wore a high top hat |
| He was a real cool cat |
| All the girls loved that |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| We should’ve never, uh oh |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| We should’ve never, uh oh |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| We should’ve never, oh no |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| We should’ve never, uh oh |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| We should’ve never, oh no |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| We should’ve never |
| I picked up my gun |
| And I went to his door |
| I picked up my gun |
| And I went to his door |
| Now Mr. Lee can tell me no more |
| He hollered help, help |
| Murder, police |
| The girl’s after me with a gun |
| Hollered help, help, murder, police |
| The girl’s after me with a gun |
| Six, seven, eight |
| Mr. Lee had a date |
| Nine, ten, eleven |
| Now he’s up in heaven |
| Shot him in the head |
| Boom boom, whoa oh |
| Shot him in the head |
| Boom boom, whoa oh |
| Shot him in the head |
| Boom boom, whoa oh |
| Shot him in the head |
| Boom boom, whoa oh |
| Shot him in the head |
| Boom boom, whoa oh |
| Shot him in the head |
| Boom boom |