everybody had an ocean across the U.S.AThen everybody'd be

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

and Johnny opened a novelty shopBack under the counter,

If everybody had an oceanAcross the U.S.AThen everybody'd be surfin'Like CaliforniaYou'd

years old and as sweet as she could beAll

went to pick this little girl up I met last

gonna to give you thirty days to get back

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

got lumps in my throat when I saw her comin'

the joint was jumping, going around and aroundHey now, reeling

Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowlyHe got joo-joo

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them

down in Louisiana close to New OrleansWay back in

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

Quand il est arrivé avec sa guitare à la mainChacun d’entre

As I got on a city bus and found a vacant

sometimes I willThen again, I think I won'tWhoa, sometimes I

really rockin' in BostonIn Pittsburgh, PADeep in the heart

me tell you about a girl I knowI met

In the wee, wee hoursThat's when I think of youIn the