Rock Around the Clock / Blue Suede Shoes / Jailhouse Rock / Hound Dog / Tutti Frutti / Be Bop a Lulla / Pour le Rock and Roll

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,
We’re gonna rock around the clock tonight.
Put your glad rags on and join me, hon,
We’ll have some fun when the clock strikes one,
We’re gonna rock around the clock tonight,
We’re gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight.
We’re gonna rock, gonna rock, 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, 'til broad daylight.
We’re gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight.
Well, it’s one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, cat, go
But don’t you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my Blue suede shoes.
The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The joint was jumpin' and the band began to swing.
You should’ve heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.
Let’s rock, everybody, let’s rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
Number forty-seven said to number three:
«You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see.
I sure would be delighted with your company,
come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me.»
Let’s rock, everybody, let’s rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.
You ain’t nothin' but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time.
You ain’t nothin' but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time.
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine.
Wop-bop-a-loom-a-blop-bam-boom
Tutti frutti, oh Rudy, tutti frutti, oh Rudy,
Tutti frutti, oh Rudy, tutti frutti, oh Rudy,
Tutti frutti, oh Rudy,
Wop-bop-a-loom-a-blop-bam-boom
I got a gal named Sue
She knows just what to do
I got a gal named Sue
She knows just what to do
She rock it to the east
She rock it to the west
She’s the gal I love best
Tutti frutti, oh Rudy, tutti frutti, oh Rudy,
Tutti frutti, oh Rudy, tutti frutti, oh Rudy,
Tutti frutti, oh Rudy,
Wop-bop-a-loom-a-blop-bam-boom
Well be-bop-a-lula she’s my baby,
Be-bop-a-lula I don’t mean maybe.
Be-bop-a-lula she’s my baby
Be-bop-a-lula I don’t mean maybe
Be-bop-a-lula she’s my baby love,
My baby love, my baby love.
Si vous aimez ça
Restez avec moi
Pour le rock and roll