(Chuck Berry)



(“Good evening Sir, how are you?..”)



I got lumps in my throat

When I saw her comin' down the aisle

I got the wiggles in my knees

When she looked at me and sweetly smiled

Well there she is again

Standin' over by the record machine

Well she looks like a model

On the cover of a magazine

But she's too cute

To be a minute over seventeen



Meanwhile I was thinkin'



Well if she's in the mood

No need to break it

I got the chance and I oughta take it

If she can dance we can make it

C'mon queenie let's shake it



I said go, go, go, little queenie

I said go, go, go, little queenie

I said go, go, go, little queenie



Won't someone tell me

Who's the queen standin' over by the record machine

Well she looks like a model

On the cover of a magazine

But she's too cute

To be a minute over seventeen



I said go, go, go, little queenie

I said go, go, go, little queenie

I said go, go, go, little queenie



Meanwhile, I was still thinkin', hmmmm,

Well if it's a slow one

We'll omit it

If it's a rocker, then we'll get it

If it's a good one, she'll admit it

C'mon queenie, let's get with it



I said go, go, go, little queenie

I said go, go, go, little queenie

I said go, go, go, little queenie



I said go, go, go, little queenie

I said go, go, go, little queenie

I said go, go, go, little queenie...