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Can you see where you call in the juke box hall When the music played And the world sang rounds to a pretty sound No sorrow base
And them blue swede shoes, they will scream and shout I guess they sing the blues, let it all hang out
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Little Queenie popped in my high school rock Dancin' to the beat With the U.S. male and a pony tail She looked so sweet
Times have changed in the past but we won't forget Though the age has passed they'll be rockin' yet
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