They're really rockin' in BostonPittsburgh, P. ADeep in the heart of

In the heat of the day down in Mobile, AlabamaWorking on

love my country, it's aim and intentI believe in the

beaches, and ball roomsJust me and my honey bunHome-work they

Ehi, ehi, ehi, dimmi, Wilson PickettEhi, ehi, ehi, dimmi tu, James

Oh Carol, don't let him steal your heart awayI'm gonna learn

Fifty-five Ford died right on the roadDrove for the curb, raised

Paul (?): We'll play Johnny B. Goode; he'll sing Through My

eyes that blur the rays of sunshineWhen all you see

and chipsA little coke and you, oh, babeHoney dripsTwo more

down south in Louisiana, up under the Delta heat, childThere's

Runnin' to and froHard workin' at the mailNever fail with the

I see those big brown eyesThat's when I take

bought a brand-new air-mobileIt was custom-made, 'twas a Flight

de " Correte hartoQue me diganQue me peguenQue me

Celles qui repartent jusqu'à MentonJe les vois où je vaisEt je

wanna be your driver, I wanna be your driverI

Deep down Louisiana close to New OrleansWay back up in the

Maybellene, why can't you be true?Oh maybellene, why can't you be

Maybelline, why can't you be true?Oh Maybelline, why can't you be