Me walking alone, me bring jug of rumMe sit down on

first and only loveI do sincerely ask of youThe

day we're going to rock and rollRock and roll, rock

I got something to sayYeah, it's better to burn outYeah, than

Old boy he ran a little stop sign in the southAnd

Paul evening, sir, how are 1: Paul

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

darling, you should knowThat I'm really, really in love

Dear Dad, don't get madWhat I'm asking forIs by the next

I am tired of you telling me what I ought to

down in Louisiana close to New OrleansWay back up

Maybellene, why can't you be trueOh Maybellene, why can't you be

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

Long distance information, get me Memphis, TennesseeHelp me find the party

left my home in Norfolk, VirginiaCalifornia on my mindStraddled

let me hear some of that rock and roll musicAny

Well, I'm-a write a little letterI'm gonna mail it to my

is something from a little further back of youThis probably

Bought a brand new M-O-bileIt was custom-made, was ole flight DevilleWith