Rock n Roll Juvenille lyrics

Sorry to disturb you
But I was in the neighbourhood
About a friend I've her picture
Could you take a look?
Oh, I appreciate you're busy
And time is not your own
Yeah, maybe it would be better
If I telephoned

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Carrie doesn't live here anymore
Carrie used to room on the second floor
Sorry that she left no forwarding address
That was known to me

I'm a rock'n roll juvenile,

Watch me run a mile,

When they play Beethoven,

I'm a rock'n roll groovy mover,
I only dig Beethoven,

When he's been rolled over.

(Roll over Beethoven).

I'm a rock'n roll holy roller,

I love to sing 'bout Jesus,

Cos he saved my soul-a,

I'm a rock'n rolling believer,

Roll a rock at the Devil,

He's just a deceiver,

(Roll the rock).

Used to think that life was sweet
Used to think we were so complete
I can't believe you'd throw it away

Used to feel we had it made
Used to feel we could sail away
Can you imagine how I feel today?

Well, it seems a long time ago you were the lonely one
Now it comes to letting go you are the only one
Do you know what you've done?

It's so funny how we don't talk anymore

I’m into sci-fi (sci-fi,sci-fi),
I’m into sci-fi ufo,
I think that I spy (I spy,i spy),
That where I go,
The force will go,
But these opinions,
I keep to myself,
I leave my asimov,
Closed on the shelf.

Do you dig einstein? (einstein,einstein),
Yeah, but only relatively,
Well it’s a fine time,
To take a bash,
At his theories,
I think a star war’s,
Headed this way,

The city in defeat,
With no one left to beat,
There’s still a fading desire,
To burn a naked light,
Just to defy the night,
Come on and call me a liar.

A crumble tumble down,
In fumble bumble town,
Our lives a ruin,
We reconstruct a bit,
And pretty up a bit,
We hardly know what we’re doing.

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But me and my baby,
Make the best of this world,
She’s like a diamond,

Me and my baby we’re just going round,
Not getting on luv,not puting it down,
We had the kind of sweet affair,
We both felt we needed.

No psychic fusion,just a steady date,
No grand illusions of the romantic fates,
She looked for her,i looked for me,
Don’t know why we conceded.

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’cos we were high,now we’re low,
Tell me why did we go,
Falling in luv,

Excusez-moi, my pretty mademoiselle,
You are a french girl it’s easy to tell,
Me, I don’t smoke not even a french cigarette,
But I love my pomme de terre,
And always croquette,
I am from angleterre and you are from france,
And you will honour me by having a dance.

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Straight away!
I’m getting ready for a new sensation,
Never kissed them in another nation,

I’m thinking ’bout moving in,
Commit myself to you, forget where I’ve been,
I’m thinking thinking ’bout moving in,
I’m thinking ’bout making my stand,
And I know I could do it,
If you give me your hand,
I’m thinking ’bout making my stand
Making my stand,
You changed my world,
And you stood in my doorway,
You changed my life,

Wild woman put a spell over me,
Gave me your love and now I’ve lost my-sanity,
Can’t think straight now,i’ve lost my mind-my mind,
Believe me now honey,you’re just one of a kind.

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You know that I love you, you know so well,
You know that I love you, oh can’t you tell,
I want to be with you, come rain come shine,

Don’t feel bad,don’t feel good,
Feel alright ’cos I’m doing as I should,
Don’t look back,no I don’t have the time,
I guess I’m doing fine.

Got no bags to slow me down,
Travelling light but my feet are on the ground,
Got no message,i ain’t got a dime,
I guess I’m doing fine.

Don’t need no paper telling me bad news,

Ready steady gonna meet you on the ballroom floor,
Brother eddie quit your banging on my bathroom door,
After shaving yeah and after three,
I’m after having me some fun you see,
I’m getting ready for the night to come,
And here I come.

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I’m just a hot shot hitting town,
(have a little fun),
Just a hot shot getting down,
(ready steady run),

Five days a week I’m just a-biding my time.
Fill in the hours till the weekend’s mine.
All day long I’ve got my radio on.
Keeps me going till my work is done.

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Monday through to friday.
Nothing goes my way.
Just working staying alive.
Monday.through to sunday.
There’s only one day.
Saturday is rock’n’roll time.

REFRAIN:

The cances you gave me,

A definite maybe,

But luck she's a lady,stayed

She played for me.

There's gold in the mountain,

Good fortune for countin',

Three coins in the fountain,

And my luck won't change,

Take dust from the coalmine,

Make dust from the goldmine,

King Midas you're sidelined,

And my luck won't change no my luck remains.

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