SWEET ROCKIN' MAMA
(C. Reynolds - H. Wilson)

Hey man, yip-yip-yip-yip, here she comes
Yip-yip-yip-yip, sweet rockin' mama
Hello baby, down the street
Hear them high heels hittin' the sidewalk
Boppin' at you and go
Hey baby, let me tell you I'm a-walkin' tall
When I hear my sweet rockin' mama call
Let the cats do the boogie around the square
When it comes to rockin', sweet mama's there
She's gonna rock, rock, rock 'n' roll
Sweet rockin' mama, till the music gets cold

Well, somebody cool and they started a ball
Sweet rockin' mama, did you get her call?
Hear that old guitar with the Memphis beat
For struttin' her stuff, walkin' down the street
Now she rocks, rocks, rocks 'n' rolls
Sweet rockin' mama, till the music gets cold

(Yeah, sweet rockin' mama, yip-yip-yip-yip)

Well, rockin' all night till the break of day
Rockin' while the milkman earns his pay
Rockin' while the early bird is after a worm
Sweet rockin' mama makes that early bird squirm
She's gonna rock, rock, rock 'n' roll, yeah
Sweet rockin' mama, till the music gets cold

Yeah, there she goes, yip-yip-yip-yip
Sweet rockin' mama, yip-yip, hey mama
Hello baby, I'm rockin' with you
Yip-yip-yip-yip, yip-yip-yip-yip
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