Rip It Up

(I used the 50 song titles given for a second round in a club contest to write this silly little ditty)

Great balls of fire, that'll be the day,
there's a whole lot of shakin' going on.
Got the rocking pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu,
shake, rattle and roll, yakety yak, don't talk back.
Lawdy Miss Clawdy, all that rock and roll music,
the gang will rock around the clock.
Bo Diddley, the sixty minute man is all shook up,
in his blue suede shoes,
he's searchin' for long tall Sally.
ShBoom, BeBopALula, La bamba,
it's a school day, ain't it a shame.
Still got the summertime blues,
that's all right, let the good times roll.
What'd I say, you ain't nothin' but a hound dog, roll over Beethoven.
Good golly Miss Molly, tutti-frutti,
come on cutie, please, please, please, we need money honey.

Wake up little Susie, oh Susie Q,
now you're sweet little sixteen, come go with me,
up to Blueberry Hill in the still of the nite.
I only have eyes for you, for your precious love.
I walk the line, trying to tame your cheatin' heart,
Don't be cruel, I'm pledging my love,
your my earth angel and you send me.
Tell me why do fools fall in love.
It's time to say bye bye love,
goodnite, sweetheart, goodnite.

The train kept a rollin like a rocket
down to heartbreak hotel.
Mack the knife, the great pretender
at the wheel, Maybellene his engineer,
Peggy Sue and Lucille his crew.
Johnny B. Goode, singing Folsom Prison Blues,
when he does, the jailhouse rocks with a fever.

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