Song | Cool Rockin' Loretta |
Artist | Joe Ely |
Album | From Lubbock to Laredo |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Beethoven, Ely | |
Hey operator, cancel the phone call | |
I hear somebody knockin' at the door | |
Lookie here it's Loretta | |
And she never looked better | |
Her arms full of groceries from the store! | |
My, my, my | |
Aint she fine | |
My, my, my | |
Aint she fine! | |
Cool Rockin' Loretta | |
Cool Rockin' Loretta | |
Racin is my trade, she works as a housemaid | |
On weekends dont you know it's paradise | |
Even tho we got no dough | |
It don't bother Loretta though | |
She turns them red hot mamas into ice! | |
Chorus | |
I want an antenna. Baby, she wants a clothesline | |
Then we'll be livin like the rich folks do | |
I'll pick up Chicago | |
On my transistor radio | |
Loretta she can stay in bed till noon! |
zuo ci : Beethoven, Ely | |
Hey operator, cancel the phone call | |
I hear somebody knockin' at the door | |
Lookie here it' s Loretta | |
And she never looked better | |
Her arms full of groceries from the store! | |
My, my, my | |
Aint she fine | |
My, my, my | |
Aint she fine! | |
Cool Rockin' Loretta | |
Cool Rockin' Loretta | |
Racin is my trade, she works as a housemaid | |
On weekends dont you know it' s paradise | |
Even tho we got no dough | |
It don' t bother Loretta though | |
She turns them red hot mamas into ice! | |
Chorus | |
I want an antenna. Baby, she wants a clothesline | |
Then we' ll be livin like the rich folks do | |
I' ll pick up Chicago | |
On my transistor radio | |
Loretta she can stay in bed till noon! |
zuò cí : Beethoven, Ely | |
Hey operator, cancel the phone call | |
I hear somebody knockin' at the door | |
Lookie here it' s Loretta | |
And she never looked better | |
Her arms full of groceries from the store! | |
My, my, my | |
Aint she fine | |
My, my, my | |
Aint she fine! | |
Cool Rockin' Loretta | |
Cool Rockin' Loretta | |
Racin is my trade, she works as a housemaid | |
On weekends dont you know it' s paradise | |
Even tho we got no dough | |
It don' t bother Loretta though | |
She turns them red hot mamas into ice! | |
Chorus | |
I want an antenna. Baby, she wants a clothesline | |
Then we' ll be livin like the rich folks do | |
I' ll pick up Chicago | |
On my transistor radio | |
Loretta she can stay in bed till noon! |