Well, if you ever plan to motor west. Try take my way. That's the highway. That's the best. Get your kicks on Route 66. . Well, it winds from Chicago to L.A.
Well I'm-a write a little letter. I'm gonna mail it to my local D.J.. Yeah and it's a jumpin' little record. I want my jockey to play. Roll over Beethoven.
No matter how much she wants me. I'm not going nowhere, oh no. I'm gonna stick right here, my my. I know how much you care. . So don't worry 'bout me, baby.
Hey, Mona. Oh, Mona. I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona. Oh, Mona. . I tell you Mona what I wanna do. I'll build a house next door to you. Can I see you sometimes?.
And make way now. For the stars our show. The Rolling Stones. . Mercy, have mercy, baby. Have mercy, have mercy on me. . Well I went to see the gypsy.
Long distance information, give me Memphis Tennessee. Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me. She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call.
Tried to trail you last night, baby, trail you in my car. But I was afraid. Of what I was looking for. And little by little I'm losin' my love for you.
Well, baby used to stay out all night long. She made me cry, she done me wrong. She hurt my eyes open, that's no lie. Tables turn and now her turn to cry.
If you need me. Why don't you call me. Said if you need me. Why don't you call me. . Don't wait too long. When things go wrong. I'll be there. Where I belong.
I warned you baby from time to time. You don't listen so pay me no mind. About movin' on. Yeah I'm a moving on. I'm through with you. Too bad you're blue.
I don't want you be no slave. I don't want you work all day. I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue. I just want to make love to you, baby. Love to you, baby.
I wanna be your lover, baby. I wanna be your man. I wanna be your lover, baby. I wanna be your man. . Tell me that you love me, baby. Tell me you understand.
Well I'm going away to live. Won't be back no more. Going back down south, child. Lord don't you worry ma. Woman I'm trouble. Trouble and all worried mind.
Put on your high-heel sneakers. Wear your wig hat on your head. Put on your high-heel sneakers. Wear your wig hat on your head. I'm pretty sure now baby.
Fanny Mae. Baby won't you please come home. Fanny Mae. Baby won't you please come home. I'm in so much misery. Since that girl's been gone. . Well I hear her singing.
I'm so glad to be here tonight. And I'm so glad to be home. I've got a message for every woman and every man here tonight. That ever needed somebody to love.
Now if you want to hear some boogie like I'm gonna play. It's just an old piano and a knockout bass. The drummer's man's a cat they call Charlie McCoy.
When your baby leaves you all alone. And nobody call you on the phone. Doncha feel like crying. Doncha feel like crying like crying like crying. C'mon baby.
You're always hollerin' bout where I've been. You're always screaming bout the money I spend. What's wrong with you, oh yeah. You're cracking up. . I do your laundry and cooking too.
As I was driving home along the boulevard late one night. I saw a guy in the corner, bumming all alone. As I passed him by, I heard him holler out: "Hey!".