Blues for Hawaiians - - Chuck Berry

I got lumps in my throat

When I saw her coming down the aisle

I got the wiggles in my knees

When she looked at me and sweetly smiled

There she is again standing over by the record machine

Looking like a model on the cover of a magazine

She’s too cute to be a minute over seventeen

Meanwhile I was thinking

She’s in the mood no need to break it I got a chance I ought to take it If she’ll dance we can make it Come on Queenie let’s shake it Go, go, go, little Queenie

Go, go, go, little Queenie

Go, go, go, little Queenie

Tell me who’s the queen standing over by the record machine

Looking like a model on the cover of a magazine

She’s too cute to be a minute over seventeen

Meanwhile, I was still thinking

If it’s a slow song we’ll omit it If it’s a rocker then we’ll get it If it’s good she’ll admit it Come on Queenie let’s get with it Go, go, go, little Queenie

Go, go, go, little Queenie

Go, go, go, little Queenie