Greatest Hits 30 Years Of Rock lyrics

You talk too much, you talk too much

I can't believe the things that you say everyday

If you keep on talking baby

You know you're bound to drive me away

Now you get on the telephone with your girlfriend

Your conversation baby ain't got no end

Yakety-yakety-yakety-yak all the time

You keep on talking baby drive me out of my mind

You talk too much

I know a cat named Way-out Willie

He's got a groovy little chick named Rocking' Lily

Yeah, rock & rolling Suzie Q

Does that crazy old hand jive, too

Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive

Do that crazy hand jive

Mama, mama, look at Sister Flo

Doing that hand jive with Uncle Joe

When I gave little sister a dime

I said "Do that hand jive one more time"

I come in last night about half past ten

That baby of mine wouldn't let me in

So move it on over. Rock it on over

Move over little dog, a mean, old dog is movin' in

She told me not to mess around

But I done let the deal go down

Move it on over. Rock it on over

Move over nice dog, a big, fat dog is movin' in

She changed the lock on my back door

Now my key won't fit no more

I'm tired of putting up

With your sober wit

Tired of looking at you

Through an alcoholic haze

You better change

I'm begging you please

Cuz if you don't start drinkin'

I'm gonna leave

I wake up in the morning

I'm under the roof

But I get no sympathy

Baby you're too aloof

You better change

Yes, I'm begging you please

Cuz if you don't start drinkin'

I'm gonna leave

I drink alone, yeah

With nobody else

I drink alone, yeah

With nobody else

You know when I drink alone

I prefer to be by myself

Every morning just before breakfast

I don't want no coffee or tea

Just me and good buddy Wiser

That's all I ever need

'Cause I drink alone, yeah

With nobody else

Yeah, you know when I drink alone

I prefer to be by myself

I was a rebel from the day i left school

Grew my hair long and broke all the rules

I'd sit and listen to my records all day

With big ambitions of where i could play

My parents taught me what life was about

So i grew up the type they warned me about

They said my friends were just an unruly mob

And i should get a haircut and get a real job

Get a haircut and get a real job

Running my rig around ninety-five,

Rockin' and rollin' in overdrive

My heart's beating like a jackhammer,

It's the midnight ride for the gear jammer

Nine long days through twenty-three states,

I gotta see my baby soon you know I just can't wait

The police catch me I'll end up in the slammer,

'Cause the law don't want no gear jammer

Running my rig in a mighty high gear,