Little Queenie

I got lumps in my throat
When I saw her coming down the aisle
I got the wiggles in my knees
When she looked at me and sweetly smiled
There she is again standing over by the record machine
Looking like a model on the cover of a magazine
She’s too cute to be a minute over seventeen
Meanwhile I was thinking
She’s in the mood no need to break it I got a chance I ought to take it If she’ll dance we can make it Come on Queenie let’s shake it Go, go, go, little Queenie
Go, go, go, little Queenie
Go, go, go, little Queenie
Tell me who’s the queen standing over by the record machine
Looking like a model on the cover of a magazine
She’s too cute to be a minute over seventeen
Meanwhile, I was still thinking
If it’s a slow song we’ll omit it If it’s a rocker then we’ll get it If it’s good she’ll admit it Come on Queenie let’s get with it Go, go, go, little Queenie
Go, go, go, little Queenie
Go, go, go, little Queenie