Bill Haley & His Comets - (We're Gonna) Rock A Round The Clock | Текст песни

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Well, rock 'n rollin' holiday,
Rock 'n rollin all the way,
Rock 'n rollin' to the end,
'Til the saints go marchin' in.
Now when the saints. . .go marchin' in,
Well, when the saints go marchin' in,
Yeah, Lord, I want. . . want'a be in that number,
When the saints. . .go marchin' in.
Well, now when Nick, comes wailin' in,
Yeah, when old Nick comes wailin' in,
Oh, Lord, I want. . .want'a be in that number,
when that guitar comes wailin' in.

Well, now when Rudy begins to blow,
Well, when old Ru-Dy starts to wail,
Yeah, Lord, I want. . .want'a be in that number,
When that sax man starts wailin' in.
(Here we go know)

Well, when that rhythm comes wailin' in,
Yeah, when old Rapper starts to wail,
Well, Lord, I want. . .want'a be in that number,
When old Rapper comes wailin' in.

Now when the band plays rock 'n roll,
Well, when the Comets rock 'n roll,
Yeah, Lord, I want. . .want'a be in that number,
When the Comets play rock 'n roll.
(All together know)

When the saints go marchin' iiiiiiiiiiiinnnn!

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