Jim Stafford Nifty Fifties Blues
Got the blues for the fifties, miss the early sixties, too
I do
Got the blues for the fifties, miss the early sixties, too
You know it's true
From the tip of my ducktail to the toe of my blue suede shoes
Turn my collar up, mama, put that cuff back in my jeans
All right
Turn my collar up, mama, put that cuff back in my jeans
You know what I mean
If that ain't enough, mama, shoot my head full of Brylcreem
All right, hey
Lawdy, Miss Clawdy, your hair's turnin' gray
Peggy Sue is in her forties, CC Rider rode away
Got the blues for the fifties, miss the early sixties, too
I do
From the tip of my ducktail to the toe of my blue suede shoes
Well, give me back my church key, let me ride my old deuce coupe
Right on
Give me back my church key, let me ride my old deuce coupe
Well, move on
Break out your crinoline for me, mama
Jump back in the alley oop, oop
Little darling
You'll always be mine, teenage queen
Even though I've got the rockin' pneumonia and the boogie-woogie flu
No teeth and a ruptured spleen
I just want you to know that someday again
We're gonna be together, by and by
In that great sock hop in the sky
See you later, alligator
I'm an oldie, but a goodie
(Teeny bopper, teeny bopper)
And I was a teeny bopper
(Teeny bopper, teeny bopper)
(Teeny bopper, teeny bopper)
(Teeny bopper, teeny bopper)
(Teeny bopper, teeny bopper)
