Tom: A
A
My girl, baby-sits for someone her block,
D
that awfull don't understand lyrics and we start to rock,
E
this baby has the beat and, man, it is a shock,
A
when he goes..(ggggggggggggg, ggggggggggggg.)
[Verse 2]
A
A rockin' type a boogie is a kind a song,
D
that makes this little baby wanna sing along
E
and though he maybe guess the word a little wrong,
A
he still goes..(boogie-on-na-day.)
[Bridge]
D
He isn't too young to really feel the beat,
A
he rocks back and forth in his little seat;
B7
he shakes both his hands and he taps his feet
E
and he goes..(doo-doo-da-da-da-da-da.)
[Verse 3]
A
He is a hully gully bouncin' baby boy,
D
you know this record player is his favorite toy
E
and don't forget he's eveybody's pride and joy
A
when he goes..(ahh-ooo-ah-ge-he.)
[Interlude]
A A D D
E E A E
[Verse 4]
A
I know there isn't anyone who take a bet
D
but surely he's the youngest teenager yet
E
and possibly that Elvis Presley start to sweat
A
when he goes..(go man, I like that.)
[Bridge]
D
He goes in the car with the radio on,
A
he doesn't go to sleep until the music's gone;
B7
he imitates the singer in the group
E
with a low down voice..(low down, dug-a-dug-a.)
[Verse 5]
A
When it's time to tuck him in his little old bed,
D
all that music runnin' through his sleepy old head,
E
the little fella doesn't say, goodnight, instead,
A A
he goes..(boog-ooo, boog-ooo, boog-ooo..aaaalll gone.)
