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		Rock'n'roll medley

		 C
		Bi-bop-a-loo-la, she's my baby,
		Bi-bop-a-loo-la, I don't mean "maybe",
		 F
		Bi-bop-a-loo-la, she's my baby,
		 C
		Bi-bop-a-loo-la, I don't mean "maybe",
		 G                 F            C   G
		Bi-bop-a-loo-la, she's my baby doll.

		Wop-bop-a-loo-la, a-lop-bam-boom,
		Tutti-frutti, ooh, rooti,
		Tutti-frutti, ooh, rooti,
		Tutti-frutti, ooh, rooti,
		Tutti-frutti, ooh, rooti,
		Tutti-frutti, ooh, rooti,
		Wop-bop-a-loo-la, a-lop-bam-boom.

		Gonna tell Aunt Mary 'bout Uncle John,
		He says he has the blues but he has a lotta fun,
		Oh, baby, ye-e-eh,
		Baby, woo-o-o-oh,
		Baby, having me some fun tonight.

		Well, I saw Uncle John with long tall Sally,
		He saw Aunt Mary cumming and he ducked back in the alley,
		Oh, baby, ye-e-eh,
		Baby, woo-o-o-oh,
		Baby, having me some fun tonignt.

		         C
		From the early early morning till the early early night
		You can see Miss Molly rocking at the house of blue lights,
		                 F                  C
		Good golly Miss Molly, sure like a ball,
		                           G     F                       C  G
		When you're rocking and a rolling can't hear your momma call.

		When my momma, poppa told me: "Son, you better watch your step."
		When I knew about Miss Molly, gotta watch my dad myself,
		Good golly Miss Molly, sure like a ball,
		When you're rocking and a rolling can't hear your momma call.

		      C                           F
		Well, early in the morning I'm a giving you my warning
		         C
		Not to step at my blue suede shoes,
		      F
		Hey, diddle, diddle, I'm a-playing my fiddle,
		C
		Ain't got nothing to lose,
		     G                    F                   C  G
		Roll over Beethoven, and tell Chajkovski the news.
		               C                         F                    C
		You know, she wiggles like a glow worm, dances like spinning top,
		              F                                          C
		She's got a crazy partner, you oughta see them reel and rock,
		             G                  F                 C
		As long as she got a dime, the music won't ever stop.
		               C
		Roll over Beethoven, roll over Beethoven,
		               F                    C
		Roll over Beethoven, roll over Beethoven,
		               G                F             C
		Roll over Beethoven, dig this rhythm and blues.

		    C      F              C
		Oh well I feel so good today
		    F                                         C
		We just touched ground on an internat'nal runway
		      G                           F            C G
		Jet propelled back home from overseas to the USA
		 C                     F                     C
		New York, Los Angeles, oh how I yearned for you
		 F                                    C
		Detroit, Chicago, Chattanooga, Baton Rouge
		      G                     F                   C   G
		I'm alone just to be at my home back in old St.Louis
		C
		I'm so glad, I'm so glad, уеs, I'm so glad, I'm so glad,
		F                              С
		I'm so glad, I'm so glad, yes, I'm so glad, I'm so glad,
		G                 F              C
		I'm so glad, I'm livin' in the USA.

		G
		One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock rock
		Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock
		Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock rock
		             D
		We're gonna rock around the clock tonight

		           G
		Put your glad rags on, join me, hon'
		                               G7
		We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one
		             C
		We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
		             G
		We're gonna rock, rock, rock till broad daylight
		             D            C                 G
		We're gonna rock'n'roll around the clock tonight.

		When the clock strikes two, three and four
		If the band slows down we'll yell for more
		We're gonna rock around the clock tonight
		We're gonna rock, rock, rock till broad daylight
		We're gonna rock'n'roll around the clock tonight

		     A
		Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
		Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
		        D
		There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
		       A
		Where lived a country boy By name of Johnny B. Goode
		    E                              D
		He never ever learned to read or write so well,
		     A
		But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
		Go Go, Go Johnny Go, Go Go, Go Johnny Go
		    D                    A
		Go Go, Go Johnny Go, Go Go, Go Johnny Go
		 E    D           A
		Go Go, Johnny B. Goode