Rockin' Shoes
Composer(s): D. Hill - A. Stevenson
Performer(s): The Ames Brothers; Frankie Brent
La la la la...
Now when school is over
And the weekend's come
My mind's made up
To have some fun
I call my baby
And I tell her the news
Hurry up and put on
Your rocking shoes
I'm gonna rock
(Rock in rocking shoes)
I call her again
And I tell her the news
We'll rock
(Rock in rocking shoes)
Oh, we're gonna dance
Away the blues
Oh, well, I open my wallet
And I count my loot
I comb my hair and
I brush my suit
I'm not worried
Gonna lose my blues
Swing my baby in
My rocking shoes
I'm gonna rock
(Rock in rocking shoes)
I call her again
And I tell her the news
We'll rock
(Rock in rocking shoes)
Oh, we're gonna dance
Away the blues
La la la la...
Well, as soon as I get
To the sugar shop
I'm gonna grab my baby
And start a hop
Dancing and a jumping
And a carrying on
When the music stops
I'll still be gone
When the hop is over
To the house, I go
I love my baby
And I tell her so
We kiss goodnight
And my head, I lose
And I bound away
In my rocking shoes
I'm gonna rock
(Rock in rocking shoes)
I call her again
And I tell her the news
We'll rock
(Rock in rocking shoes)
Oh, we're gonna dance away
Oh, we're gonna dance away
Oh, we're gonna dance away
The blues
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